YO SPACE:

Night

Because you sleep my little one, the sunset will no longer glow:

Now nothing brighter than the dew, nor whiter than my face you know.

Because you sleep my little one, nothing on the highroad do we see; nothing sighs except the river, nothing except me.

The plain is turning into mist, the sky’s blue breath is still like a hand upon the world; silence works its will.

Not only do I rock my baby to sleep with my singing, but the whole world goes to sleep to the sway of my cradle swinging.

Tatenda Pasvani, Form 1, Kuwadzana 1 High School