the rosy blossom...

A love journey that is in the past

For many days we were in a journey of two,

We had been walking through a story together, 

We had held our hearts and hands all along,

We were at the core of a thick forest,

The grassy path seemed to have reached a dead end,

Our eyes could not see the way forward,

Suddenly the rosy blossom started to run back,

I had nos single clue what had gone wrong,

Two prayers in my heart I whispered;

"that there would be another path,

that the rosy blossom would once tell me the story,"

Waited for seconds, minutes and hours - no answer,

Darkness set in slowly but surely,

I set off in a sprint following the rosy blossom,

two prayers in my heart miming,

"will the darkness pause for a while?

Will my feeble legs carry the heavy heart all the way?"

for seconds, minutes and hours - no signs,

Panting loudly my soul sank down,

Went down into my knees in disbelief,

tears rolling down my chicks in deep hurt,

felt like shouting out loud; "the rosy blossom"

Yes! I did indeed shout, with all my voice I did it,

I only heard harsh echoes of my own shouts,

the whole night all alone in the thick forest,

I longed for the one my heart had known.

I stared at the flower we ha carried all along,

In-front of my heart and eyes it slowly withered,

Half of its petals had already fallen off,

I helplessly watched its stalk coil round,

I had been holding it close to my heart all night long,

What a long sorrowful night it had been,

by dawn-break my two eyes were swollen,

I opened the book where our stories we wrote,

my tears had wet the entire story's writings,

Sadly all the writings has faded away,

I sat down and mourned as my hopes got drier and drier,

a hope string I had once held on was all gone,

the faith path appeared and I started leaving the forest.

I had not realized I was already inside the birds body,

flying to a far away land I now knew I was,

In the smoothness of the new path I felt a newness,

the rosy blossom appeared vividly across the screen,

not giving me the ever lovely attention I sighed,

Neither my words nor my smile was noticed,

I needed my piece back and so I humbly asked for it,

She had taken her peace away already when she had run back,

I insisted to be given back but she ignored me,

In anguish I started to walk away leaving it behind,

After a short distance I must get it back,

As I slowly turned back she threw my it towards me,

I so quickly reached to it before it slapped the ground.

Quickly and carefully fitting it back I started to walk away,

I regretted the wasted past as I celebrated the new path,

Carrying the many lessons with me I hoped she also did,

As I bid her goodbye my heart spoke two prayers,

"may she be found by her peace and piece in life ahead

that I too would find my true peace and piece in life,"

I felt a new smooth weight in my jacket's heart pocket,

Carefully reaching my pocket I drew out the smooth weight,

It was a brand new book and a brand new pen, 

I knew they were from the Author of my life story,

In gratitude I knelt down and prayed in faith for the story,

I believed it was time to write the story,

at His pace we continue to write and walk it to the end.

true and deep reflections,
By Newton Gatambia,
29/04/2013.