Hers is a heart,
warm and loving,
laid open as the gates,
of a heavenly sanctuary.

purest of the best of African jewels,
its river flowed four ways,
to nourish, to enliven,
what lucky soil it touched.

its soul- purified and clear,
brighter than the sky of the tropical south,
round face of virteous black,
open toothed African goddess,

smiled good fortunes and passion,
inflamed by promises of hope,
to love and be loved,
to laugh and be laughed with,

to share life's care,
with it's happy gifts.
the trinity of all existence,
Life, Love and Laughter.

t'was a dream,
passed through on a cool noon,
all nature's crafts hypnotised still,
the likes of Him lost in the wilderness,

Trust was built,
plans made,
love weaved promises,
teary eyes and cracked or choked voices sang,
                ;love;

galactic black hole,
swallowed goodness,
what happened on every lip,
at both ends pain rallied,

hearts bled ashamed,
blames from every angle,
distance and money played tricks,
the conclusion... he was never serious.