Garth Rakumakoe

I Wrote Of You

I wrote of you something

never written before

A prose…

I wrote you a rose, I picked

from my field of freckles

on a full moon

among the daffodils

in the ambience of your smiling eyes

Beneath the far-reaching rainbow

and tall yellow grass,

shading the fallen leaves,

the dotted ladybugs

and the millipedes

I weaved of you a dream,

whose flowing thread sways so freely

to the soft summer breeze

and peaceful rustle of the standing trees

Lost between the ants and the sand

I wrote a dream,

of you loving me