Letters for Hildah

I

There is always something special about you

That reminds me of a dream bred in my conscience—

Swelling with the passing of seasons.

Whether it's your rare bewitching smile

That still lingers on my mind after ages of separation

Or it's your angelic soft voice

That tickled to the core of my very heart

Or how special I felt in your midst

I will never tell! I will never tell, really!

Whether it's your unbroken breasts

That seemed to point at my heart whenever we stopped to chat

Or it's your humble self

That assured me of peace during ages beyond...

But what my heart reminds me

Is how special you are to me

That I can't stop thinking of you

That my world seems bleak without you

And I dream to be yours, if you can't be mine

Today, or in our afterlife.

I Love you, daughter of the moon.

II

A harvest of misery is all they get

Chasers of women contemptuous of their passion

 But in their innermost selves, something sit—

The hope of seeing glory, one season...

I should have forgotten you that night

After the dance, and silent walk in the dark

But the warmth with which you embraced me

Lit my heart to its darkest end

I had to see you, again and again

Till I aspired to elect you as my other half.

My beloved, you are so charming a woman

That left a delicious memory on my mind

And confined me thus to this fruitless hunt of your love

Which keep darting farther and farther;

Beyond my horizon, and reach

Like the lucky star I've spend my lifetime on Earth chasing...

Thus I beseech you, Hildah

I may soon break down

Because your coldness pricks my heart;

I may soon break down

For even chasing the wind sometimes is awful

But, before birds return for the night

I pray you MARRY me

For I LOVE you!

III

For a year now, I've kept myself for you

For ages to come;

I'll love no one but you!

Because you mean everything to me.

I've watched my brothers marry

Sire children and cease to be my company

I've watched maidens get pregnant

Bear and hold homes to stand

Whilst I grow bald and grey

For ages to come

I'll love no one but you!

Birds will return for the night and on the pathway leave me, waiting

 Beautiful ones will be born, and be buried

Whilst at every clock tick, hold my breath

Eager to usher you into my existence

For ages to come

I'll love no one but you!

(c) wafula p'khisa