Met her alone, as I paddled  River Sanaga, drapped in bright cloth like a Berber in a djellaba, or alhadji in a purple danshiki , grounded and smart , trailing dust like a pixie ,

Speaking in verse, words of tribal poetry, eloquent of tongue, like the Yoruba and Bayangi, a Bantu daughter - like no other, nothing came before her , yet she was it; like no one could come after  ,

We navigated to her temple of the thirsty , this goddess poured rain , till a flood came to quench me, how she teased me, and she pleased me, then she said pledge me allegiance , never leave me,

Promise that I , break promise I die ,  I is Ra , Elle,  is Isis , my cardiac crisis,  caught within  her cloud, Psyche drifty, moon beams glow upon the spot where her feet be, heal me,

Standing at the edge of a cliff, with my hand on her hip, an empty head like a glass giving last sips,  mindless , thoughts frozen  , Mind numb for no real reason , she's inert, seems she's not breathing ,

So we stare eye to eye , speaking volumes in silence , hush , no words could describe this , bliss , 
 No ease , pacing in the presence of personified grace, So I wrote this piece, 

 kings came before , but none came  with the power to make it through the war she was waging , I said "Milady, put your weapons down; this is peace we are making , make love , let this planet be the baby  we are creating",

She locked me in a hug, overwhelming  like a subtle drug, Water down her cheeks, turned the carpet into a holy rug, cloudy emotion, sleepy hollow in a dreamy fog , a Darkskinned lady , Redefining beauty's catalog 

 

We are the ring , the circle , condominium , earls of the new millennium , keepers of a dying faith, guardians at a broken gate, 
A fellowship , cabal , sprung from infertile earth, to survive even death, we are few or maybe many, silent but steadfast and strong, weak in solitary as water droplets, but bring the rage of a storm in unison , 

Blue is our shade , like yonder jolly skies, pacific blue seas,  tone of our unspoken language , our unbroken bond , filling of our shadows, tan of our soul, 

The color of our rage, urge to write a new page , where books seem to end and leaves are no more, blue is our ink, for we are the hopeful, the ever grinding gears upon which the earth revolves , the ever smiling face in a world wrought in pain,

 Burn our fire with the intensity of a thousand suns, crackling coals like the bang of a thousand guns , spanning ten thousand years, consuming the dark of fear, in the furnace of life's hell,  all resentment, all regret , 

In darkness we are light, in despair we are Hope, in anger we are reason, in frustration we are patience , we are the dreamers, sometimes un-achievers,  yet undying and immortal believers in what has been and what is yet to come, when all is lost , and none is left, all that there is is us - we are the keepers and we are the Watchers,  known by many a name , and no name at all, all we are and have ever been and will be when tomorrow is nigh , is what we are today, 
Our appellation is unknown , our numbers uncertain , but our hearts are strong and our mission is certain , see us little , but forget us not, for we are  'The Ring of Blue Fire'