Zaan Bester is a native of South Africa with a killer accent and an even bigger heart. She's an eighteen year old who is currently spending the rest of the summer and the begining of this year in Wenatchee, Washington, and this is some of her fabulous poetry! Read it--can you believe she didn't think I'd put this stuff in here? She's wonderful!!
Music
Dancing Fire
Shattered Glass
FRET NOT, MORE OF ZAAN'S POETRY TO COME!!
You gave me hope, wrapped in doubt
My hand afraid to reach out--
For fear of empty promise
My mind would not grasp it--
Too kind to understand.
As truth dispelled doubt
I opened the gift and found:
Language of the soul, my heart
Not from you, nor to me
Not to comprehend or analyze
Just there--to unfold and love
To enjoy.
Dancing round the fire--
Lighting up the night--
A steady dance, a rhythmic dance
Under starry skies
Moon goes dark
The dance goes on
My aching feet
They take me home
Rain comes down
The fire bright
My only torch
In darkened night
Fire leaps into my soul
The tongues that lick my heart
But passion burns
Emotions raw
My tears rain down
Quenching the dancing flames
The coals glow dim
My heart cries out
Gone the fire
Black the night
Dancing, dancing
My soul is dying
Dancing round the fire
That once lit up my life
Leave me alone!
Can't you see that I'm crying?
There's a dagger inside my heart
Which is killing me, slowly.
With each thrust it pierces my soul;
I am cut into a thousand pieces.
The glass lies ahttered on the floor
I am not a person anymore
I am so many different people
I don't even know them all.
Just leave me alone,
I don't want you around, not now
You are the dagger inside my heart
Ripping my life apart
So please, leave me alone
Just go