I watched her gingerly walk into the savannah.
The lion stood watch under his tree
Gazing upon the wide inviting
Territory.
Distanced.
But she was drawn. By the mane
that framed his regal visage,
unflinching and proud; by the name
that promised richness. A mirage
fabricated by a heart
that wishes to go on?
I knew she was out of place
But she continued
to seek out his face
and I must watch
leave her journey undisturbed
a journey into the uncharted
Territory
of her heart.
She discovered a dance
never felt at sea, a climate she thought
she had lost. Without the proud gaze
clothing her, she feels naked.
but we are creatures of nature...
I saw a glint in his eyes that reached out
a glint in his eyes that casted doubt
reminded me
that she is of the Water
Body undulating to the music
of the earth, a new unfamiliar rhythm
quickly learned and embraced
by innocence of heart
and all I could do
was watch.
Anticipation; tame
growl into purr, soft
sounds previously unheard.
He casted a heart of stone
and left the waves broken
Ripples felt by all who
heard the words unspoken.
Of affection subdued like prey.
Felt by those who swayed
with the sea, and walked the water.
I wanted to call out but
all I could do was watch.
Watched her gingerly walk across the Savannah.
- Nelson Ong
April 27, 98
"Dedicated to my Lil Sistah"
