Sunday, November 3, 2013

GOLD AND CLAY



Deaf of hearing 
When these eyes of mine see beyond this sphere 


Unconscious as I lay 
But I see your face
Your eyes; the brilliance of a million stars My heart longs for you,

CALABAR CALLING



I know a place where the days never ends in Africa
Where the smell of Christmas awakens every heart to joyful celebration
The shore calls me to dance in the moon light again
The native land of Calabar whispers to me from far away
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