The lonely Grave

This little grave

Is a lonely grave

The owners left,

 they promised to come

and keep it company

But they have never appeared.

Some nights are so cold,

No one to light a fire,

Near the grave,

To keep it warm,

And keep it company.

No one cried on that day,

It was peculiar,

They hurriedly made it and left.

Not a tear for the little grave,

Was shed,

It’s just a small grave,

Why leave it behind,

When the darkness falls,

I hear sounds,

Chilling sounds,

A child crying,

A mother weeping

Around the little grave,

A minute in paradise

 

My pulse raced,

 a smile stole its way across my lips,

it was the moment I waited for.

the last time she looked so bright,

I couldn’t remember.

The raindrops flowed freely down her face

and settled on her moonlit blouse.

Her face bespoke rapturous elation

Outshining God's surrounding creations

On opening her delicate mouth

One whispered word made to slip out

And soared across the enchanted night

upon my ears it made to land

With growing cheer upon its advent

My heart soared forth,

To embrace those little words

“you waited long?"

 air leapt out of my mouth,

Twirling and bowing to her charms,

and  congeniality.

With it came,  “not at all”,

Yet it had seemed like forever,

and forever I still could have waited.

To have that minute in paradise,

With my angel.

My lover never came

The world held its breath,
that still night.
I stood,
trees by my side,
they too waited.

The moon looked down,
and smiled to itself.
The stars held their little hands,
and waited...
I flipped my hand,
minutes ticked away,
She should have arrived,

The pleasant rustic smell of the rain
Filled my nostrils,
my head and brain,
The showers soaked my clothes

I Waited
I waited for her,
anxious to see her face.
Longed to hold her fingers in mine
I stood and watched,
looking for the first sign of her arrival.
But she didn’t
My love never did come.

Oh God

Please let her be by my side

Although I can’t get her heart

Just until she will notice

The tear in mine heart

my heart that wants her

should not be sinned.

Please help her one day to look back

To see

That I'm always by her side

Whenever that will be

Help me wait until that day

my heart that wants her

should not be sinned.

Please help me so that I don't hurt her

because of the love I cannot have

It will make too much sorrow in her heart

my heart that wants her

should not be sinned.

Please help her someday notice

that my humble love for her is endless.

Please hear my prayers....

 my heart that wants her

should not be sinned.

I would like to call you

I would like to call you my

Fiery queen,

And watch you smile

All my days long

I would like to paint my poems

With soft delicate petals,

Across your back,

And hold your hand,

To run you against the sweet southern wind,

Through green and wild savannah,

I would like to make you

My secret sun

Blazing bright and red,

In the orchards

And I will steal away,

To watch you blossom amidst other lilies and roses

And watch your emerald eyes reflect its colors of the rainbow.

I will make you my wings

And fly you high to feel the winds

And see the clouds,

I will make you my evening star,

Scatter you across memories of home,

And every night let you shine,

The sweet radiance in my heart

Mama

Many years gone

Yet memories and dreams

Of your love and gentility

Of your soothing smile

Of your big heart

Of your great kindness

Lives on and on

The days we fed on your love

The weeks we sat in your shadow

The nights we rejoiced in your happiness

Still tickles the tender cord

Of my memories,

We miss you dear mum.