A poem about death and love by David Tombale: Before the dawn

The question of death is this poem is written from the position of one who is in love enjoying the brief moments he can share with the one he loves.

Before the dawn

Tonight I’ll lay my promises down,

tonight I’ll lay my body beneath the ground,

I’ll dine with ground worms as time

lifts up the scalpel to cut my spirit free,

perhaps to soar or drown, to be set loose

that I may rest in words, in deeds,

in the tongues of old loves and new,

good friends and righteous enemies,

tonight I’ll lie beside you and be young again,

I’ll touch you slowly as you lay your lips against

my cheek and swear to keep me and my secrets

long into the night and before the dawn.

A poem about nature and spirituality by David Tombale: Drive

Drive explores the connection between nature and spirituality.

 

 

 

Drive

 

I drove down this highway on a fast trek

 into the wilderness, I am searching for

 God amongst the beasts, the lions, the

 guinea fowls.

 

 I drove down this highway to watch

 the stars go down, white showers of

 starlight fall to lay a crown around a

 mountain’s head, gone yellow as autumn

 comes, as the winter threatens.

 

 I drove down this highway and ignored

 the road signs and speed limits,

 it’s my heart that tracks the needle,

 going sixty, going eighty, one twenty now

 and still headed west.

 

 I want to watch the sun set,

 I want to see these seas of fire

 burn the bushveldt,

 I want to be there when civilization ends,

 I want to drive this old jalopy into the falling

 halo of the sun.