(musings on a most beloved friend)
I had my heart bleed blue for you –
So pierced for love and wanting,
Pierced till I cried roses…
And Eros’ fluid arrows darted down my cheeks.
And Today, I am your hero (you are always mine)
But what of tomorrow?
For we are only human, our feet leaden.
When you cry for me then, will my ears not be waxen?
(By death, by a creeping forgetting?)
See, Dear One –
My wings are worn, I may not fly to your side!
Even as i closely read your face (distance be darned)
Tomorrow, won’t i want to turn pages- to see some other face?
But sit with me, let us breathe easy –
and share the fragrance of now,
and sip of the ambrosia of our fated brotherhood.
Let us dance too, and hear our feet drum tribal beats to us
Let us sway like the breeze blown buds on bowing leaves
Let the firm hem of your cotton pants swish,
and whisper something alluring to the passing wind.
The boom of your laughter –
Let it fly out free, and hit the soil to sow a million more laughters!
Say, the dimple of your smile, Can it hold a bubble of happiness?
(let’s make it!)
Will a star burst forth from that gem of joy shining in your eyes?
And that star, will it rise to this evening’s skies,
Not just as one in a million…
Will it be a warming star – of a billion revolving planets?
A brightening star – of white and light and might?
A red giant – spent and reviving…will it?
I lost all of my wealth and got fear…
Fear of losing you…fear for having you…fear on wanting you
And that fear took root in my drawls and songs
That fear grew and became Love…
And thorns sprouted on Love’s stem – thorns that gives it Spine
Thorns that are my collected hope!
Yes, my hope is thorny, my faith is sharp-edged and my love- my love pierces!
And it is you, it is for….A most faithful friend! – for John ‘Lighthouse’ Oyewale….thank you for it all…(sometimes I doubt, if I’m so worthy of it…)