Lucid dreaming to the beat of rain.
When last did I see you so vividly?
Half dressed on your father’s favourite chair.
He never found out, did he?
What we did on stormy Wednesdays
Between lunch and study time
To hallow the skies beneath which our youth became the right arm of the party,
Red up to the elbow,
Still dripping where we dipped our hands in the calabash of post-adolescent freedom.
Before you, there was no one else.
After you, I am trying.
Because of you, like clockwork,
I fall in love each Summer.
~ uBongo
Still Water Reeds 