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When I come home




When I come home will you be there to greet

Me with a smile and outstretched arms,
A heart of quickened beat,
When our eyes meet?

And will you tell me all your thoughts and deeds,
As in the gloaming night again
We take the path that leads
O'er grassy mead?

And as of old will you my grief beguile-
The grief the weary days have brought ?

And will you make me smile
With you the whole?

And as the mellow years come on, will you
Remember still that love is young
And crease as morning dew
For me and you?

I'm coming home ere long to you who wait
So patiently as seasons go,
Beside the woodland hate
In evenings late.

On fancy's eye a thousand times I see
You there with eager, anxious look
That scans the rolling lea
I search of me.

I see you run into my arms at last,
And feel the tremor of your lips
The world aside is cast,
And care is past.

I'm coming home ere long to you who wait
So patiently as seasons go,
Beside the woodland gate
In evenings late.

With Love from South Africa




Rhythm


The beating rhythm of the aeroplane left her body silently shaking. 
Skin clammy to touch,
Stepping out of the metal bird left a feeling of childlike vulnerability in her broken heart. 
Wind no longer tracking patterns on the dry earth,
Salt Air no longer engulfing the senses, 
The sky devoid of dancing birds,
The mountain where imagination hid no longer a solace.

There was near nothing,
Just a singular silence.
A heavenly heat,
Uniform unfamiliar faces. 

But knowledge expeditious of intending change.
Hesitantly walking to glass doors beyond the unknown, hot sun blinds her saddened eyes. 
Soul Dreaming of peace and tranquility perhaps close by,
A possibility of shelter much yearned through dark months commemoratory 
Arrival bringing the possibility of healing a heart fragmented, intimating a destiny dreamed 

Cool inside. 
Skin tingling. 
Rapid breath subsiding
Carousel...No Horses,
Just portmantaeu, two sides
Two possibilities
The lost vertical, confused, waiting. Dreams to convoke
Dreams?
Fears?
Lost luggage Lost Dreams
Maintain.

The constant ring of her cell phone pulls her back into now. He is waiting on the other side of the door.

She breathes in deeply so that the fresh cold air can clear her thoughts.

A stranger. 
Someone she had never met. 
Someone she had never even spoken too. 
Someone who came to fetch her without any reason. 
Without any motive to harm her. 
Just someone. 
Just a stranger. 
She walks through the moving doors. 
Purposely slower than anyone else around her. 
Knowing that the indescribable need for her complete healing has just been born .

The laughter from the crowd evokes a feeling of unwanted longing in her heart. So many meeting again. Embracing and kissing each other without boundaries. Then talking a little before yet again hugging each other. As if back from a prolonged war.

Her thoughts move away to a time long forgotten. 
A time when someone was also waiting for her return. 
A time when she was also missed in her absence. A lost time when she still believed that love could be honest and true. 
That love could provide shelter against all the injustices so easily bestowed upon her. 
That love was meant for all. 
Even her.

His attentive look captures her being.. 
Almost bringing her to standstill. He looks so comfortable in this pressing heat. 
Not a drop of sweat glistening on his skin. How can anybody be so comfortable amidst such raging heat. He smiles at her without moving his gaze away from her face.. 
And her cold heart trembles inside.. 
Like the first flight experienced by a newborn bird.

She immediately composes herself. Breathes in deeply again, but this time the air doesn't seem to bring relieve to her ever wondering thoughts.. She feels herself walking toward him. All voices now silent in his presence. She sees nothing but him in the busy terminal. She notices his breath racing visibly more now that she is in his presence. 

Her eyes move to his lips moistened by his own tongue, leaving her thinking how inviting it seems to the touch. And still no word has been uttered between them. She holds her breath feeling her body saturated by the new found air of this place. He moves his face towards her ear.. She smells the cedar wood on his dry skin. He whispers just loud enough to absorb the sound of her racing heart. 

"Hi, Welcome to my Summer Wonderland”

She finds herself sitting by the window overlooking his garden. All that seems to matter to her now is to still her souls yearning to be close to him. She has now begun allowing herself to drink up all that he believes to be true. All that could possibly hurt her is now in the distant past. 

The cedar wood had by now become a familiar scent to her. The smell lingering in her core even when they were apart.

Today nature is again offering some relief from the heatwave by gently sprinkling the dry earth with her nectar. 

She watches attentively as the first few raindrops collide with earth. 
How beautiful.......the way life is
How beautiful........the dance between offering and accepting.

His voice demands her back to the now.
She looks up at him,
This stranger that has now become her present.

Noticing the kindness illuminating his eyes. Grey hair dancing around his head.
A feeling of contentment, never perceived, now germinating 
Now less guarded within his presence

The grey cat slowly walks towards her outstretched legs and positions herself in the hot sun. 
The cat more at ease
Smiling fondling the soft purr as a slow vibration reverberates her touch 
Soft
The way she always imagined it would feel if she were to touch true love.
Longing for night. 
A time to open their souls.

No fear
No rejection
No abandonment
Self perceptions, born of discontent, dissolved.


Warped images dissolved
Self-worth regained 

Repetitive thoughts humming in only her ears now less difficult to ignore.

With Love from South Africa




Pray Tell?

Pray tell?

Why do I find myself lost.
Lost in the chambers.
The chambers of my darkened soul,
Wandering,
Seeking,
Searching,
For that illusive perfect phrase.
For just a few words..........Just a few words.

Saturated,
Saturated in unknown emotion.
Only 2 tell you,
Only 2 let you know
That you have changed my
blackness Into hues,

Hues of majestically flowing colors of Red

With Love from South Africa

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