A Requiem and a Love

A REQUIEM AND A LOVE. And I knew before I met him, That he would be the only one for me And it would become clear a little too late That our love would only be a story for the ages I had always imagined how it would feel to be made king in his fortress To have a foot stool to climb on before I reach the pedestal created for me By the way he moulded his words like they were meant to become new clay on my body, How with each syllable he would make fishers of men Going out to pursue his purpose Gathering up masses for his works Then leaving them feeling great and grateful How tender I imagined his touch to be Those long thin fingers creating a web around my mortal person, Like I would be alive forever in his embrace As if if I curled up slightly more towards his heart, I would get swallowed by his enigmatic soul And find myself lost in that labyrinth of a mind Discovering what it would be like to know the world from a celestial and anointed view With my legs crossed as if meditating all the wondrous horizons from which his intellect existed The clefts from whence his whims found solitude and reasoning And I would discover a new high Which would make me soar into the clouds Never returning to the mind set of this earth... I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person And missing out on all the opportunities life had to offer a man as magnificent as him And in that way, I understood him And I let him be More than a figment of my imagination Even though our first meeting was in death And we would never nestle our love on a plane as imperfect as this earth I let these thoughts linger, And I loved him And she loved him And they loved him, They will always love him. Written for Clive Mashoko Some words were taken from the letter by Jackie Kennedy to JFK May his soul rest in eternal peace, and may he find shelter in the house of the Lord, forever. Amen.