Since we first lived.

Since we first lived
(for Wendy)

   1

   My thoughts are about you,
   visages of God
   that pop in and out of my universe
   like story boards of time.
   The journey from a happy child
   to frailty of future years,
   It is an inspiring experience
   to see you once again.
   An impressionable
   apparition of yesterday's Venus
   emerging from the depths
   of my emotions, in airs
   of passion and integrity
   Mandela of the soul.

   2

   Sacrilized by the night's transgressions,
   they disrobed the armour that they wear
   against groping eyes and thoughts;
   Against salacious assaults and verbal abuses.
   Each time they leave the garden
   He would read about their virtues
   from the cultures of humanity,

   3

   One day, they broke the silence
   of his reverie with warm hellos
   and his thoughts became destabilized
   by their flow of words, that embraced him
   to the bosoms of their minds.
   Drowned in the effervescence of their beings,
   He waited for the lights of change:
   For them to cross the threshold of his path.
   When he asked them as one,

   4

   How should I love you, who gave birth to love?
   Should I love you like the wind?
   Let my thoughts brush against your being
   like the gentle breeze,
   Should I love you like the rain
   with it's moist enthusiasms
   and intermittent showers of passion.
   that dissipate to spells of droughts
   and afterthoughts?
   Should I love you like the sunny play of time
   freeing the child I am to pillage your desires
   and pollinate your questions with my truths?
   Or should I love you like the winter's chill?
   Cold heat clinging to a warm renewal
   of earthly friendship since civilizations ago.

   5

   Should I love you like a father
   wanting always to be close to his daughter
   a flower in the garden of his thoughts?
   Should I love you like a man,
   to teed my heart's content
   from the pleasures of your being?
   Filling my appetite with insights and desires,
   that tease my thoughts with love anew.
   Or, should I love you like a friend
   passing in the nights of our days?
   Like foot prints in the snow,
   covered by the seasonal flow of time.
   flow should I love thee? Tell me how,
   that I'll be less confused
   about our presence
   As we eclipse each other
   in this moment of reality,
   You and t are joined by commitments of love,
   Or should I not love you at all?

   6

   And they replied.
   Love us like the every man you are
   father, friend and lover.
   And we will love you
   like the every woman we are
   mother, friend and lover.
   Love us like the elements
   that we would know
   the nature of your ways.
   And we would love you
   like the hunger of the earth
   That you will know
   the nature of our thirst
   and feed our desires
   to nourish the every man you are.

   7

   Standing at the centre of their triad
   he said, while slowly
   turning clockwise,
   "I love you with the commitment
   of life's love to death and
   death's love liar life.
   As we fade each day,
   to rejuvenate in new outfits,
   personalities and attitudes;
   As we have done all our lives
   since we first lived."