She Was... Poem by Sicelo Sithole

She was the contradiction of science and fiction
The stone lay upon the flowing colonies…probably a mere illusion
She was a peaceful creature that within hearts flourished, beyond the soul of all common eternity
An ocean in a salty dropp within their tears, the sweetest words above a vivid dream
In her golden ways she dreamed upon a string of false empire
She existed within the cold spheres, suppressed thoughts and the gates of all immortal beings
She dwelled within songs of a traveller, laid upon dark facts and essences of common things
She was the cause of grief in solemn symphonies and in the convoluted heart sworn
A blessing in disguise for many of these parallel visions across
She was all the chances that I hoped I will grasp within all the days of loss.
I call her; a mere shift of lost imagination that serenely rested upon,
The illusions in my past years as a boy I’ve seen,
The questions of fate, and the chase of all my happiness that has been,
The tie beyond what is by her commonly known,
As words of mere illusion, the profound truth about all her secrets not shown