Hells Gate Poem by Sharon Kiprono

Hells Gate, my dreams drowned,
The rushing mass of droplets in a race
Carried with it my Sharon,
My Lily.
Like an arrow on the move,
The black cloud released its blessed content
To serve its coveted purpose
And off with it
My Lily crushed.

The deer I was
Tried to grab my Lily,
My Sharon. Alas!
My prowess failed me.
The fibble flower she was
The blessed lovely angel of my soul
'Swum with the will' of her body downstream
Her sweet soul silenced to her destiny

I remain with poignant beautiful memories.
Hells Gate did:
We have to eat the forbidden fruit
And bear the cane there?
We have to reach the sun and back to the oceans bed?
We have to climb the rocks and die with it?
We have to worship Gods creations while He
Must have blinked while the hells gate broke lose?
We died
My Lily, I died with you.

Sweet soul, my sweet soul,
A thousand moons
With each moon I plant a Lily.
They grow, yes, but my eyes are clouded with
My one Lily. Y?
Though of the same kind the roots aren't the same
The petals aren't the same
And the scent, my Lily, my Sharon,
They aren't the same.