Domes of Love

Domes of Love 

How often have I slept under the dome of heaven

My eyes illuminated by bright smiling stars

Against marauding dark clouds over our lives

I tread on thorny paths of exile

Three decades of transatlantic dreams

Seeking to reverse the tide of my

Life’s dreams

I have returned now to the scene of my birthwaters

In my dreams I smile

Under the shadows of domes of love



  • Pitika Ntuli
  • Bone and found objects
  • 80 x 58 x 25 cm