to Leazle
i took your picture from my heart and hung it on the wall in the corridor where you used to passage through. when the night is still in worship and passion call i will walk through the passageway and visit you. our dreams will remain in the closets of our yesterday though i will have to move on to tomorrow i know that i will have to do it on my own; my way i have no regrets or remorse but only sorrow i still smell your fragrance in the air around me i still see the laugh in your starry eyes and the embrace of your being in our daily spree i dread the holy stillness after the rushing byes your healing hands caressed many wounds and injuries your invoking heart arrested many souls for eternity but when you needed help with your own severities you could not assist yourself in that moment before transity i will wait for you in my dreams and when you show we will soar beyond memories and time into the midst of our own season and morrow and reasons sublime (the poem is dedicated to my cousin Leazle whose husband, Japhta, a medical doctor and minister, died tragically in a car accident) nokros.
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I am a teacher from South Africa, married with two boys and I just love LIFE. "Words are spears and the absence thereof is a detriment to the armour of the soul".
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