African Drums and Dance

Swaziland Poem
by Vicki Rawlins

I love the powerful blood red sun,

her gorgeous summer spray and

its sweet diamond mist

smelling like honey and chocolate,

her enormous beauty like a

goddess in a dream.

Music floods the forests

like thousands of lovely shadows

beneath the blue sky,

chanting from behind a symphony

of elaborate waterfalls

and the white moon soars up

to light the hot springs

and her gown of sweet purple stillness

will shine for eternity