Wednesday 9 January 2013

MY VOW TO THEE



I will vow to thee
These words which i will gladly keep
And wash them clean
Like purples and shells on a hot sandy beach
Thrown up from the womb of the sea

Several times have I fallen in love
Woken up to clean up the dirt
But this vow to thee I will keep
Regardless of the many times I got burnt
Taking glances at thee.
I am raised from the ashes
To this height by thy resurrecting smile
So tiny and light yet rewarding and relieving

My vow to thee
Each time that I catch thy breath
Or meet this same face that I longed for,
Will I not be left in boredom
But subdued and enchanted in thy passing world.
Those dreams which began after I awoke
Passionately preserved will I act
Not only thy permission to seek
But also thy listening pleasure too.
Naked will mine be arrayed before thine
All what has been imprisoned under invisible lock
Deep down the depths of the imperceptible mind.

Alas, when thou will leave my presence, my consolation:
If thou leave with me in mind and heart;
Then, I know I will see thee surely at the end of the rainbow.
But if not, when thy footsteps fade away its strong rhythm
I will watch thee as thy sun sets from the distance
Not letting go of that gaze till completely submerged
Into the dim night blocking my sight.

For how long, I could not tell
My grope in this darkness
To catch the remains of thy reflections.

Fair thee well- LAWRENCE ADAMS



 
He had in mind
What I had too
To make a better place
For his home, near and far
Who will plant his corn
The ground has been harrowed

But

Like them that are cut in bloom
When bright and golden rays
shower on them blessings
… as their fragrance remain with them
in their icy graves
no more to be felt
we shall remember them

written 27.12.2012; buried on the 29/12/2012



he left to eternity
and I didn’t follow him
she left
still within reach
and my heart even trembled
for not following her.

27.12.2012

MOTHER'S SMILE




When I look deep at her smile
When she wakes and sees me too
On my heel, prepared to set sail
The joy that I will come back
Tells her that all is not lost
She is at her best
Although my complaint never showed that I saw it all:
Her best.
Her hands in water
Will wear away for my sake
Her little strength
Me to satisfy, my stomach to fill
I must not fail her
But long life I ask
For her to see this hope
This light in my hand
She has turned into perpetual light of day