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DIE AANGESIG VAN LIEFDE/THE FACE OF LOVE

DIE AANGESIG VAN LIEFDE

Wanneer ek na jou beeld staar
sien ek almal wie ek het en ooit sal liefhÃª
en jou oÃ« â€˜n blou somerslug
wat die kern van my siel opwarm
Die albaster perfeksie van jou gelaat
bekroon jou glansende skoonheid
Jou uitlokkende mond trek my nader
om jou soet smaak te geniet
om jou geheime te raai
versteek agter â€˜n enigmatiese glimlag
Jy is soos â€˜n geheime rendezvous
begeer deur almal
Tyd kan nie gedifineer word nie
want jy is oneindigend
in jou vryheid
Gesig van my geliefde
die aangesig van liefde

THE FACE OF LOVE

When I gaze upon your countenance
I see all who I have and will still love
and your eyes a blue summer sky
warming the very core of my being
The alabaster perfection of your skin
crowning your lustrous beauty
Your inviting mouth drawing me in
to savour your sweet taste
to guess at your secrets
hidden behind an enigmatic smile
You are like a secret rendezvous
hankered after by all
Time cannot be defined
for you are infinite
in your freedom
Face of my beloved
the face of love

Inspired by:
The Face of Love, by Ingrid Jonker

Expectations

The rose colour of your mouth
stirs something primordial inside of me â€“
I smile along with you.
Plump little hands reach for my face.
I hold still
while you explore my heart with a feathery touch.

When you are asleep,
I look over the papers of your collage fund.
We could make it
if we would forsake frivolities.
It will be no hardship for me to do so.
I smile contentedly.

The boxer puppy lying at my feet;
quite contentâ€“
its stomach pink and extended:
he ate too greedily
(as usual).
You will grow up together
and share our unconditional love.

The cricket bat,
signed by the national team,
takes pride of place in its brackets on your bedroom wall â€“
a pale dove blue
(matching the colour of your eyes).
A gift from your dad â€“
sure that you would follow in his footsteps.
A rainbow of possibilities prostrate at your feet.

I check every now and again
whether you are breathing.
Sleeping soundly,
neither a frown upon your smooth face,
nor a care in the world.
Your long, black eyelashes quiver slightly,
as though following a dream â€“
a dream we all shared:
a dream of boundless expectations â€¦

**************

Exhuming long forgotten memories;
mingling with my fevered tears â€“
echoing my breaking heart.

They lead you away.
Assaulting the arresting officer
had sealed your fate.

Mildewed expectations
best laid to rest
together with the memories of you.

The sky has lost its colour,
as I step outside the courtroom.

Table Mountain

The mild Cape Town winter weather
triggers blooming of the Heather.
The Erica shines their lanterns
among the Foxtail Ferns.
The white clouds overhead feather.

The Silver Trees create a foil
against which the flora toil.
The King Proteas are gearing up
to supply a feast for birds to sup.
The Cape Cobras in slumber coil.

The Aloes have many a use
and can withstand much abuse.
The fiery red Cape Honeysuckle
led the cultivated hedges to buckle.
Mountain fires lit by the obtuse.

Our proud heritage was in full bloom –
a rambling pathway the only room.
Scorched earth, naked and black;
sustenance of the soil now sadly lack.
The canon on Signal Hill boom.

Official New 7 Wonders Inauguration of Table Mountain in Cape Town: 2 December 2012

No More Hallelujah

My love for you will never fade
You locked the door; my bed Iâ€™ve made
A face in the crowd reminds me: so you
The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt
The auburn hair; the skin so fair
My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah