Natural

 

     Crimson tides come and go,

But none are predictable,

None are a surety like the rhythms

Of the moon,

     But when you’re free;-

When the dullness and sharp

Intakes of air subside,

We are an honourable proclamation,

We are not the hesitant

We may often be.

 

      Biology can be so cruel,

Both you and I know

As I breathe deep night after night

     In hope,

Silent in my wanting

Quiet in calling out your name

     Still,

We boast the offerings

Of children we never thought

We’d bear,

 

     If life be born again,

If we pass our ways on this world

Only to meet in states where

Pleasure is granted for those

Who love and dare,

Then care the Lord

Bless a place in paradise

For both you and I,

Where upon pastures

Surrounded by fertility of trees

And flora - bees and natures

Tender loving callings;

     We embrace one another

Naked, beneath the Sun,

Beneath the Moon,

Beneath a deep blue universe of hope;

     Making love for each and every star.

 

 

Michael J Waite 2^nd August 2013.

 

For my wife Nomalungelo!