The Wanderer

I’ve been wandering now
for God knows how long.
I couldn’t find my own voice
back in Babylon.
Now the road is my song.
I was wealthy then,
I am richer now,
when I try to count
the iridescent colours
of the ruby-throated hummingbird.
And when nightfall comes
with tranquil amethyst skies,
my night is sweetened by
Angelic Julia in my dreams,
singing a lullaby:
Radinonyane
Radinonyane
Radinonyane
I listen to the song of the goldcrests
in the morning mist.
Oh, they know much more,
than I will ever know.
Love songs from tiny souls.
Soothing, graceful rain,
when you come to me
dripping from the leaves
of a magnolia tree in bloom,
my soul is blooming too.
I stop to breathe by a brook,
led here by a breeze.
Oh, I could have sworn
that I wasn’t alone
just moments ago.
Radinonyane
Radinonyane
Radinonyane
(Tswana name meaning «Mr. Birds»)