Windman coming

Silent sigh through tea tree leaves/I… smell your coming…/like rainy season laden breeze…/monsoon laden trees…/I feel the weight of your impending presence…/torture my senses to… life…/and in anticipation of tight cocoon of ancient affection…/I whisper with the voice of Gabriel…/”..ride with wind of the west…and…bring me gold, frankincense and myrrh…from horn of francophone Africa...from bitter Botswana and rich Rwanda /and… for the time-space you are here…/let us live as kings”...