I, - am dancing in the sun,
like liquid waves of transparent beams, -
rays,
bending at the order of your powerful gaze
I, - find myself in a mystical haze.
The sheep in a herd
stand together and graze
their glossy white wool
brilliant beneath the sun's ray
such tranquility,-
unmatched unity,
I'm thinking; you, me and I, -
see myself through your eyes
as they play memories of a distant future,
pleasant fantasies of life with you,
your hair looks beautiful silk and grey.
Piece by piece,
we've laid blocks from the bottom up
a masterpiece
of mansions in the sky,
yet we rock steady
as over each mountain we fly.
What is that fear that makes me cry?
It's nothing, for you're here
and together we've chosen to try,
never looking back -
but only to see how far we've come
when in autumn the leaves start to fall
and we're standing before each other -
bare
with everything we bear but nothing to hide,
my seed, your fruits,
- our Spring,
like March, April, May
to share this life, with you -
I hope I May.
As It only gets beautiful
with each passing day.
Fimishola Samuel
25/11/2014
