There’s a story in my African sky
clearly seen and understood
when the clouds have passed on by
and winter says it’s arrived.
I could read it word for word out loud
and change my tone according to
the feeling of the times
if you asked me to.
No one asks; of course, they don’t
because history isn’t captivating
in a world that moves now double-pace
But my story never disappears
caught as it is in heaven’s blue
and when I look up, up, up,
I can see love smiling down.
That’s all it does; just smile, smile, smile,
to make me think my story is
so why then be so woe betide?
I wrote you in, you see, in my forever story
but then the clouds rolled on it
and left a void where should have been
a truly meaningful conclusion.
When what we write has been erased
and love still smiles down, down, down,
what can we do but smile right back
because … one smile deserves another!