Oh Aphrodite! Mother of my two pearls
Venus of my night sky
Commander of my world
I fell for you like a comet
I burnt for you like Mars
Abide in my trajectory
While guided by stars
Your sonnet dedication metered
All is written in quatrain
I'm completed in your presence
In your absence I abstain
Diurnally blinded by fire in the sky
Cupped my hand to shade my eyes
And thirstily complain, about the lack of rain
Elongated animals on savanas and plains
Nocturnally beleagered but eternally yours
Seeking answers in ash , while staring at coals
no one hears my guitar so voicelessly strummed
Flames my desire , so forsaken my soul
A hundred thousand embers
Sparked a thousand million stars
Explosions in the ether
Flashing diamonds that we know
Unprepared for this journey
Undeterred my savage heart
Skies are ripped and torn by thunder
Clouds adrift and left asunder
Lonely cloud goes East and cries
The other West, and melted... dies
I love the quiet and long shadows of winter,
Thrown as I walk in the veld through brown grass tall,
When the sun is low and the cold is bitter.
Finches and waxbills no longer twitter.
Under foot the frost crackles at each footfall.
I love the quiet and long shadows of winter.
In the silence deep I have an urge to call
Out loud, to claim a patch however small.
When the sun is low and the cold is bitter.
Alone in the veld I feel that I own it
As far as my shadow reaches. And recall
I love the quiet and long shadows of winter.
A slight breeze ruffles the grass like a drifter.
As the day is ended there comes nightfall
When the sun is low and the cold is bitter.
Now far away I see candle lights flicker.
As the cold night bites I tug on a shawl.
I love the quiet and long shadows of winter
When the sun is low and the cold is bitter.
Sitting upon the rocky outcrop,
Where the black eagle flies.
Your love for this land,
Burnt clearly in your eyes.
We heard a troop of baboons,
Although they could not be seen.
The yellow, winter highveld grass,
Was turning a virgin green.
You spoke of the rare wild leopard,
That roams the hills with grace.
Pride at your african heritage,
Etched so clearly on your face.
Now back in the the city,
Telephones and faxes screaming.
I long for the other life,
Where the birds are forever singing.
You let me into your secret world,
A beautiful, tranquil space.
Untouched by man or civilisation,
A very special place.
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