Word Old/2/ Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

A dream long lost in the dazzling old days
We were young and beautiful back then
Spring came along with love, it came along with you
So alive and well, fun, and luminous we danced in sky blue
I remember standing in the mid of night
Gazing fairly the beauty of the dark side of the moon, all things can be beautiful
Tears shatter my memory of that night, the night of the unending vows
Honered preposterously and so composite that the loveless cannot comprehend
The uniqueness in the beauty our lives held and we cherished every second of a moment,
Your hair is grey, mine worse lost in the young days when I used to be like our son
We are old, beautiful and still in love and we inspire hope to both the old and young
Do not drop a tear darling we have lived, our journey was filled with idolatry
Today marks the end of a beautiful love story, and the beginning of another
Do not feel left out when the machines decide to deprive my soul
Do not feel lonely, when life gets complicated let the words 'I am listening' saunter your mind,
Feed the burning love so it recommence, a day will arrive and our hearts, our souls will be re-united