This dawnlight spills on grasslands wide and bare,While elephants move slow through morning haze,Mount Kenya stands in silent, stony praise—A god of stone, unmoved by human care.My thoughts, like dust, were drifting in the air,No compass fixed, no voice...

The flattering, elegant strangerchained me suddenly to her heartwhen I blissfully closed my eyesand she pressed her finger into my lipsand whispered with hypnotic eyes,“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”The rhythm of her voice evokedsomething within me...