Take Me On Your Search For The Fountain Of Youth Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Take Me On Your Search For The Fountain Of Youth



We swam, bathed and then emerged,
From the pool our feet standing,
Back there wishing we would not
Leave, and always live walking
Backwards, with mirrors agreeing,
That we have to do all we can, to
Claim our heritage for we came,
From the fountain of youth.

Mirrors do not lie, for they
They read the holy writ open
Forever in front of us. They
Remind us of faces as smooth
As the face of a porcelain jar
And cheeks round and rosy with
The touch of love. Our hand
Once folded small fists learned
To clap loud, and slap each other
To laughter for they did not
Have the mark on their ring
Finger, that speaks of failed
Marriages.

We looked at each day as a
Wedding day in the making.
We heard the air we breathe
Saying marry me, so we can go
On this walk, sworn never to
Let go of each other, for I
Will never let you down. I
Blow in all directions,
So we will never lose our
Bearings, and get lost in this forest
Called life. I have the power
To cause the waves to rise,
Into a storm and bury alive,
Any enemy we encounter.
If someone tries to get between us,
I have the power to capsize their boat,
So you can I can journey back to
The fountain of youth at th,
Center of the earth, for it is
From there that we came and seek to return.

Ask the mirror if I have ever had
As much as a wrinkle, then you will
Know I have the directions, and can
Take us on the calmest surf, to the
Shores of the fountain of youth,
From whence you came, for I was born
The Son of King Wisdom.

Take me for together we hold the
Ace against humanity, for you have
Heard that everything that lives,
Is on a wild goose chase, and is
Forever chasing the wind. So marry
Me, marry me, and be the envy of the
World, for humans will not believe
Good things happen to the likes
Of me and you, for these truths I
Speak, are ones you left at the
Fountain of youth.Together we will
Go facing east on our daily walk
To the place, where youthfulness never
Ends, where spines never bend, and
The clays of the pools glimmer with
The glint, of the magic we seek.

Monday, November 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love
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