Robert Isaacs Chiwala

Spring Of Love

I have walked in dry land

Throat burning like a thirsty donkey 

Hoping to find a swampy around

To soothe my arising desire

 

I have wondered in rain

Looking for a smiling sun

Hoping to bask a little

To dry my wet clothes

 

I have strode in cloudy cold wind weather

Thinking of hot coffee

Hoping to heat myself from cold

To feel the warmth and comfort

 

I have trailed in frost

Bitten by frostbite

Hoping to find a campfire just near

To chase the chill away of me

 

I have searched for spring of love

Wishing to quench my thirst

Hoping to find a fountain of pure spring waters

To console my thirsty of chastity