My All Poem by Diana van den Berg

My All

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You are the birth of dawn colours
splashed across my eager sky,
that thrill my waking
and invite me to another day.

You are my early mornings
of wet grass,
bus stops,
bird calls,
and the pulse of man, machine and time in motion.

You are my golden afternoons
of unhurried sunshine,
feeding ducks,
holding hands
and watching busy weavers and darting swallows.

You are my quiet evenings
of silver moonshine, snow-tipped waves,
shared thoughts,
quiet moments
and the crisp, cool crunch of beachsand underfoot.

You are my long, black velvet nights
of star-sprinkled skies,
darting bats,
grey shapes of pot plants
and sensual breezes on hot skin.

You have taught my soul
to taste the wind,
to float,
to dive,
to fight,
to win,
to hover,
to acquiesce.

You have warmed my smile
and filled out the hollows
of my face.

You have given shape to my dreams
and shared your own with me.

You have dissolved my confusion
and are my solution.

You have penetrated my being
and known me
in every way imaginable,
and understood and liked what you have found.

You have accepted my love
and allowed me to lavish it upon you.
You have welcomed and appreciated it
in a way that I need you to.

You are the pillow beneath my headache,
the haven when I can no more,
the fountain for my thirst
and the honey for my hunger.

You have invited me into your life
and allowed my pride in your successes
and my pain in your troubles.

You have joined me in my nature walk
and listened and watched and noticed all with me.

You have heightened my ecstasies
and washed away my fears.

You have destroyed my passion for Solitude
and replaced it with my passion for You.
You have given me your love
and we have met in body, mind and soul.

I admire your strengths
but want to protect you most
when you are vulnerable -
and always, but especially then,
I can no more hurt you in the smallest way,
than I can hack off my arms and legs
with a blunt butter knife.

You are my light,
my colour,
my optimism,
my free spirit,
the sea air in my nostrils,
the salt on my tongue,
the breeze on my back,
the water lapping at my feet,
the gulls calling
and wheeling above me in the sky.

You are real.

You are everything to me.

You are
my man.

(November 1992)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sue S. 22 February 2009

'.....filled out the hollows of my face'. My favourite line. I adore this poem. Lucky is the man you wrote this poem for.

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Sicelo Sithole 16 February 2009

young as i am i have no power to comment on the matters of love, but i think this is how you let the feeling take over when you are in love with someone. your writting is beautiful, i will say that again and again. thank you for sharing.

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Laurie Hill 13 February 2009

this is a lovely tribute to your loved one.

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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