On The Pinnacle Of Thought Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

On the hill beyond the horizons
No guile, no vile
Hymns are but silent
The skilful 'n the silly, make no difference
For the colour o' thought matters not
Nor the the shape o' song in space
You frown or smile, death watches grinning
Love's such perpetual longing though
Whose souful tunes melt even the horizon
Hate 'n prentence, disipate with the mist
Only love remains, only love sustains
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
29 March 2025