She was a woman like none I had met before.
When she walked, the ground seemed to know her by name.
It was as if they had played together as children and walked hand in hand back into her mother’s large green compound.
Each step seemed like a conversation, the ground talking back and both of them laughing in their secret language.
When I first looked into her eyes, I did not feel like a man
I was a mountain towering above the clouds
And threatening them for a fight.

When I finally spoke to her, I was the 3PM sun
Burning the earth with excitement that no one could dare look up at me
I knew I could never have her.
Not because I did not try
But because some people are like sunsets.
Their beauty is not one to hold and own like one would a wristwatch.
Theirs, is to be experienced, on a rocking chair, eyes closed and the mind left to wander in the dreams that would never come true