The Journal Of A Thirsty Man Poem by Lehlohonolo Selai

My hand left a dot on a paper so clean
Hoping to spell the contents of my heart
My hand froze about on a simple sheet
Failing to capture the capacity of thought

I, standing on a hilltop at a time
Wondered through time to your presence
My mind casting pictures as of a tele
Playing wonderful images of your quiet face

You, the antagonist then to my desire
Once fished for your sinking heart in my tears
Yielding to our reality or whatever you desired
Journeying through storms to my aid

My hand, still with a dot on clean paper
Trembles with the weight of memory I bare
Of your beautifully marked cheek
And your sweet and silent voice I so richly miss