When Eyes Are Four
And now when eyes are four
And the sky is full of stars
We will count the dimples
On the sacred moments of boundless banters
When the stick has roused the drum to a roar
In the throbbing edge of gathering crowds
We will shake a leg and slay the silence
That once ruled a sorority of sighs
When our songs are summoned
To sing the season
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And wake the wind which braids the leaves
On the heads of swaying trees
We will count the stanzas
In the rolling oriki which knew
The ancestors of the ants
Before the earth was born
Fast, flowing river
Which never stops bowing
To the rhythm of the rain as
Trumpet flowers flaunt their delicate petals
And so when eyes are four
And the sky is full of stars
We will watch green affirmations tickle
Their way to the Orchard of Grace,