Forty years later
forty years later an imperfect moon
unfolds like a water lily of the sky
gradually another light
begins to lap the shores of night
now all light is one
inward moon and outward sun
by South African poet
A moment ago, it was dark, now my room is room is full of light, of this day.
I have been up since 5 a.m to meet your evening. By now, you are fast asleep.
We take turns to tread this wheel; you keep my head up, I keep your heart strong.
And once in a while, when the stars align, we meet at the bridge of infinity and tell our stories, share a smile.
Time got nothing on us.
Forty years later, we’ll still be 23.