Glowing like Black diamonds
Bestowing beauty before my eyes
I stand fanatically admiring the stars
That resides in the Heavenly skies
Mine eyes are that of a bat,
But I see your face so clear
Behind the heart of the clouds
Bringing essence to the atmosphere
In your voice I hear
Melodic rhythms
Causing me to partake in Afrikaans' dance
And the death of the Sun
Is like the first beautiful connivance
From the pits of my sentient grave
Comes the resurrection of my love
Like Christ,
You are my chosen one
My Guardian Angel from above
As precious as African pearls
And Black sand
You leave me breathless from your beauty;
Yet, your procrastination of embracing my hand
The epoch will soon arrive
When we both can embody Love's religion...
But until then,
I will visit the star's twilight
And simply admire the vision.
Tha Prodigal One...