The Poetry of Desiree Botha
GARDEN OF COLOURS
The colours of my mind,
Oh so dear, oh so kind.
There is a place - I need to find,
The address to the colours of my mind...
At night I dream of this place,
And then I awaken to life's race -
I work and I run with all - but grace.
In my heart I feel this place...
My soul becomes light,
As I abandon society's fight.
I capture the colours - with all my might,
And I find my garden within, I Am - Light...
GENTLE MIND
Found on the side of an old dusty track
Took you home and gave you food and water
Groomed you and named you My Boy Zack
Built you a warm home with stones and mortar
Your expressive eyes make me feel so calm
Everywhere I go you always follow
Making really sure I come to no harm
At night around the fire we mellow
You give me love and companionship
If I laugh or if I cry you cuddle
You and I my sweetest relationship
But what you really want is a riddle
If I could read your gentle mind I would
Give you all you dream of and not just food