Yonda Poem by Thabani Khumalo

When you look into my eyes
There is an adherent force of intrinsic pulses,
I feel a direct prick into my heart.
It shoots me a wage of infatuating madness
Like a wave soaring in the air - all the way to me.

If I prove to not turn up at the right time
And say the things I have to say, don't be dismayed,
It is because I am waiting to stem along the river Nile - a river of fertile banks
And I am waiting for the season to descend the rains
And I'll improve the standard of my grain from the loaded overflow.

The lesson of my entire life:
The things I have learned from beginning to ending -
Is to not haste but be patient indeed
Because love can be transferred from one to another soul
And that the rush might terminate it to a wandering ghost. I don't want to lose you.

I should ask that you to stand by me notwithstanding how much it may hurt
For the season looms that I shall flourish like a flower of the mighty sea
And when you decide to migrate to places I've never traveled,
Take me like your luggage and not leave me behind
And look -always- into my eyes to remind me of how I feel about you.

I see the cold stern in your partial smile that seeks the truth from my eyes
And your ear listens for it in the torn of my voice. Only time will tell of the tales I have to tell
For I am held down by the demons of the world that make me feel like I am unfitting of love.
If the globe should heat up to polarize with its force of gravity any time,
I should be ready to fly with you into the cosmos of the angels above our heads.
But please, don't leave me!