You Still Insist I Don't Think of You in My future.

I've stood countless nights

Counting stars. Pointing each one

With hands that hold you tight and

Caress you day and night even in

My dreams and thoughts about you.

I point each twinkling being and name each

And everyone of them after you.

Coz' when i'm walking under the dark sky

When the sun has rested beyond the west horizon

Stars come out to shine and every time they

Do, I think of them as you looking down

At me with a watchful eye that sprinkles

Love from all dimensions of the universe.

And you say I don't think of you in my future.

I walked on the Indian Ocean beach sands

Collecting shells. With teary eyes I gave them names.

Every time I threw one back into the roaring Ocean

I spoke on them and made wishes.

I threw the first one called LOVE and silently whispered to it:

“as long as I cant get you back from the deep

Ends of this Ocean, I shall love her. She shall be

One with me as you are one with the Ocean”

I threw the second one called FAITH, I spoke

To it with memories of you gashing through

My brains and I saw your vivid smile and said to it

“As long as I cant get you back from the deep

Ends of this ocean, I shall have Faith in us.

I shall be one with her as you are one with this ocean.”

Then the others followed. Trust, Time, Truth, Lifetime.

And you say I don’t think of you in my future.

I've battled with my ancestors in my dream

Begging for them to rest my calling,

I've begged them on the edges of where they dwell

And asked them to accept you as their ancestral

Wife, and they swore, looking down at me with 

Eyes full of fury that they will send rage down on me.

Still I knelt before them and narrated the way

You are a God given gift to me.

The way you warm me up every time I feel

Your genuine love through your heart beat.

The way you are the woman that gave birth

To my son and knew that, time will glue us together

As one family. I begged them clapping hands, refusing bones

and their divinity, Pushing them away from my locks. I told them.

“ngiyisizukulwane senu, ubizo lwenu ngzolwamukela

Kepha ngamukeleni nginje, akekho engfun ukumthanda

Ngaphandle kwakhe.”

And you still insist I don’t think of you in my future.