kipruto muthemba
Woman on the Moon
Last night I had a dream
Vivid and as gentle as cream
A visit from the woman on the moon
I think birds call her Princess Moone
Her light transforms nights
From eerie black blank canvases
To theatres worth dates and dances
Princess Moone took my dreamy hands
For a moonlit walk through our lands
From the mesmerizing Longonot crater
In the rift valley, the foot sole of the creator
To the breathtaking might of Mount Kenya
And in recognition of the princess highness
The Tsavo lions roared with greatness
And the elephants trumpeted with grandness
In adorations of the princess
The woman on the moon.
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