I
FROM DUST into shadow on the winding road,
I am the lone witness to my returning.
Silent rooftops beckon from afar,
Echoes of laughter lost in time’s abyss.
But what does this pilgrimage unveil?
A mirage of memories, a drapery of change?
I am the lone witness to my returning…
In green fields where silence grew,
Paths diverged beneath watchful skies.
Bosongo, a distant melody,
Whispered secrets I dared not sing.
Bound by unwritten laws of youth,
I turned away as twilight fell.
II
Bosongo slept in its cocoon;
Night hid its revels from my sight.
Lanterns flickered in unseen alleys,
Shadows danced beyond my reach.
The wind, eternal keeper of whispers,
Carried tales of nocturnal rites.
It was an era without compass or anchor,
An age of questions without voice.
And in the stillness of my chamber,
Dreams wove landscapes of longing.
III
YEARS SPIRALED like leaves in wind,
Drawing me closer to Bosongo’s embrace.
Companions gathered, seekers all,
Tasting fruits of newfound freedom.
Yet at the edge of night we halted,
Guardians of unspoken codes.
Under the roof of the stern one,
I bore the weight of silent scorn.
Eyes that hid their own deceit
Pierced the armor of my youth.
Casting off his chains of judgment,
I sought horizons untainted.
IV
NOW I STAND within the maze,
Bosongo transformed before my eyes.
Neon fires blaze against the night,
Air thick with unvoiced desires.
Names of distant realms adorn the gates,
Illusions etched in transient light.
Amidst the sea of shifting faces,
I am unseen, a ghost adrift.
Those who knew me walk other paths,
Echoes lost among sacred halls.
V
WHAT DRAWS me back to crossroads old?
What phantom pulls upon my soul?
Here the seeds of destiny were sown,
The first notes of my song were played.
Bosongo was both cage and compass,
A crucible of trials and dreams.
Now its pulse beats a different rhythm,
Yet an undercurrent remains—
A silent dialogue of then and now,
A question etched upon the wind.
VI
IN THE MIRROR of this place,
I glimpse the contours of my journey.
The seeker and the sought entwined,
Paths unfolding beneath my feet.
Bosongo and I, reflections both,
Forever changing, forever bound.
I am the lone witness to my returning,
From shadow into substance on endless roads.
Bosongo whispers, and I listen,
Carrying its echoes toward the dawn.
