If death gives time value,
love is the value and time is the measure of that value
Death is the gift of life
Time is a fabric woven into the fraternity of spaces to transverse the gift of death
Laughter is the memory of the history of the soul
The spirit knows no regret, only gratitude to the vessel of life
All the creatures that dance with the flow of the rivers and the oceans
dreamers about majestic mountains and hills
hearts that illuminate the deep dark caves
Reconciling while dying.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self published author of Poetic Flair, Amazon (2018).