One Last Second Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

One last second is all that I ask
Albeit the years have passed like the
swarms and flocks and schools and tribes
in numbers as great as the pain I have.

I perceived you true. How could such a smile,
with warmth and care challenging the flaming
sun, felt it to me like summer in wintery times,
not be the break of dawn in my darkest mile?

I held you once and would not let go,
not the safer waters, the fountains thereof
not the feelings, the hope, the love
not the care your eyes did show.

I stared for hours into your heart
and for the life of me could not tear my gaze,
I saw beauty were you saw null, this valley called You
had never shown me that we would part?

What hides your being, the truths of your love;
unmovable mountains of the pain of the past,
they cast shadows where light is long over-due
these ragged razor peaks of icy winds above.

I care not if there is fire, nor death, nor needles, nor snow
If I can't move these mountains, I'll climb forever.
My limbs might rot, my bones lay the land white,
my heart shall stay true, to you it'll go.

For now I hide it all, my heart it wears a mask.
I know a day would come one day
when every second I would not have to say
that one last second is all that I ask.