Do You see the Harmonious Congress of the Palm Trees
Do you see the harmonious congress of the palm trees
Arranged in columns of green
That stand on the shore of a now regressed sea,
And wave at a nameless being –
Who speaks not, yet teases and leaves no clue.
Listen! You may catch the evening news
Hidden deeply in the weather.
Now or later, woman it doesn’t matter when you do
Halt or haste, it doesn’t matter which you choose,
For time hurries us forever.
Look! Here once stood Anthony and Cleopatra,
Romeo and Juliet, Poor Jack and Rose
Lovers who once swayed the world.
Today; none survived except these palm trees,
Except rain and regrets, duty and decay,
History, seasons coming and going,
The dust, the wind, the harmattan
That picks and drops flowers at my feet.
The butterflies; they flip their wings, the bees buzz,
The birds churn songs from their lungs
But these like water upon stones though beautiful
I know will stay but for a moment.
I sit patiently waiting for you to stir
I wait for the sound of your footsteps
To approach me,
Soft like cat paw, gentle like breeze
I reach across the skies, in search of you
I feel your face, the brush of your lips against mine
The caress of your touch
Alas! Like these palm trees; you are here,
But like those lovers ; you are far removed from me.