An old woman watches
As two young people fall in love
The young lady blushes and swings
At the sweet words of her lover
The old lady blushes too
Muscle memory from 60 years ago
When she found love
The old lady skips a heart beat
Emotional memory from 60 years ago
When he first touched her hands
Ran out of ideas and touch. Invitation to continue.
I have walked there sometimes
Beyond the forest and into the night
I have seen the world fall away
And the white light forever fill the air
Yet though the cold bites and the silence reigns there
Thought of your fiery eyes keeps me warm
And memories of your voice keep me company.
My love is a bonfire kinda love,
and I only hew the best logs!
Oh twinkle little star
I wondered what you were
So I grew up in a science class
Learnt you are a harmful burning gas
Oh baa baa black sheep, of many wool
Are you from wakanda too?
If yes sir - yes sir! Are they steel wool?
Oh humpty dumpty you sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty you had a great fall
But it wasn't your fault
You sat on China's great wall
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is now a scream!
My tongue was tied she took that as an adoration
My heart was beating quick she took that as a compliment
My hands shook when she touched them she called that attraction,
I said a lot of dumb things, she took them as flattery!
On bent knee, my palm gently kissing her hand.
If I needed to smith a sword she was my searing heat.
If I needed to craft a ship she was my impenetrable weld.
If I needed to fly she was the wind beneath my wings.
I had never been able to do anything without her.
Once again I beseeched her to lend herself to me.
Her dark brown eyes probed mine in keenness
Discerning the nobility of my plea, if to heed
If I am to set sail amidst the flooding waves of life
I’d need her as my anchor
If I am to brave the fog and the winter cold
I’d need her to radiate against my skin
If I am to fashion a generation of impeccable humans
I’d need only her to be.
Once again I entreated her to lend herself to me.
Her eyes came out of my deeps, sparkling with satisfaction
And a curve of her lips preceded the calm in her answer
I give myself to you!
She had a beautiful smile.
It made a glow in the country darkness.
She was unconventional for a city girl.
She wanted to live in a village.
In the openness of a community.
Farm in the morning
And take a nap in the afternoon
Under a tree.
She didn’t like the buzz in the city
Nor the honk in traffic during rush hour.
She preferred the peace of the village
And the mooing of cows just before dusk.
She wanted a life there. In my village.
Wrapped in traditional fabric — leso
And traditional ornaments adorning
Her hair, her ears and her neck.
Her thirst quenched by River Nam’s cool waters.
She wanted all that but not for herself alone.
She wanted it with me.
I was a village boy in the city.
The city lights shone life into me.
The buzz in the streets kept me alive.
I wanted to live here.
Go to work in the morning
Meetup at the coffee house in the evening
Retreat to the gated community by nightfall.
I didn’t like the routine of the village
Nor the darkness when night came.
I felt neat under the suits
And accomplished wearing leather strap watches.
The ice cold bottled water always felt redeeming
And take out felt like living the dream.
I wanted a life here, with her by my side.
But I left it all for the village
— The End —