Tales Of A Midnite Dreamer Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

i was walking along
a stream
beyond the thick
jungles so alone,
i saw
the light
over the shadows
of the thick trees,
i walked past three
shepherds
and said to them,
they nodded
as they faced each other
and looked over
the far east land, and the other
one pointed over
the rocks by the stream,
i looked further...
i saw beauty
and the beholder
as she smiled
and waved nervously,
i walked towards her,
i said no word,
i held her arm
and walked to the one
nicely carved rock stones over
the other paths
of the jungle,
we walked and talked,
hands in hands
and laughed
with a smile
on each's face,
we came to a tree
with thick shadows
and sat on the fallen
dry leaves,
her eyes caught
me seated
and sat on my lap
smoothly felt her heart beat
looked into her eyes
closed my eyes
then, i woke up sadly
to find none but me alone,
sadly, had i not,
i were going to feel
her brown lips,
...wishes
of a midnite dream,
would love to watch her
walk with me,
it was just a dream
after all,
these are tales
of a midnite dreamer.

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poem: 'tales of a midnite dreamer'
book: “cold feet”
year: may 2013
book no.5 of 2013