A Trilogy of African Poems by Lucia Sullivan
Angel of The Morning Sun Part 2
“Born from the rains of the African safari,
Her birthmarks from her great mother,
Frame her gentle face.
She walks thru the night,
Under a trillion stars.
That glitter stick,
To her fancy eyelashes.
For those who follow behind.
Her proboscis reaches out into the night.
Touching the African winds.
Welcoming the great life force that pulls and pushes upon her heaviness.
Reaching out to love the night.
To smell the dust.
The green, green, trees.
Of her roaming home.
She listens thru her feet.
The sounds of the safari.
Feeling the chanting of the jungle life.
The conversations of,
Great and small,
Radiating thru her massive legs.
To her huge heart.
With the compassion of the great Savannah.
She holds the essence of every animal.
Every heart-break of those who are lost to the raw night.
She walks in beauty with the mysterious African night.
Smelling the water that glistens under the stars.
She moves twelve miles,
To drink in her reflection.
Looking closely at the mirror of dim night light,
She sees her intensity and bats her long lashes slowly.
A feminine form.
Of her own beauty amidst the sacrifices of the night.
In the light show of the African,