Eyewitness To Love...Eyewitness To Life! Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha

Eyewitness to love…Eyewitness to life


I was born in a land where love was a fine tradition
Invisible but present like the shadows of dreams
I saw it in my grandparents’ eyes
The same hour of every day
While walking hand in hand
towards the kindly colors of every sunset
Proud like gods
Wearing smiles
too beautiful for words
Like in a final dress rehearsal of eternity
Everlasting
like the beginning of infinity
It was on my father’s face
reading a news paper on a Sunday morning
while playing with mom’s happy fingers on a couch
It was in the laughing voices of my sisters
whispering joyous secrets of the afternoon
It was in the gasping enthusiasm of my brothers
Who played lovers with the flowers in our garden
Imagining the pretty girls
who were setting their throbbing hearts on fire
It was in the garments of youth
swallowing kisses at every corner
to hide the evidence of their cupid crime
I saw it in all the women I ever dared to love
And in all those who never cared to love me
I can testify that I’ve been an eyewitness to love
Actually, I swear, I was an eyewitness to life!