Dear Gentle Soul,
The sky changes colours a million times,
Eyes go forth, and back and forth
Yet it is just the one that calms the soul
The colour I’ve chosen to focus on.
Mountains display their rugged sides
Like wildebeest standing on dusty ground
‘Come conquer’ they shout and tease
Yet my eyes trail crystal waters downstream.
You’re not a chiming bell or a speedboat’s roar
The kind of voice that drives man up a wall,
You’re the soothing sound of the morning waves
As they bring in the tide of the dawn of day.
If my fires raged and yours the same
We might be both consumed in the burning flame,
But you came with you a cooling flow
To give us a breeze wherever we go.
Gentle soul, you gentle soul
I’ve been damned by turmoil till your heart called
There’s no allure in the things that fade
So in your quiet laps may I rest my head?
Will you marry me?