To remember you, <br />To remember me, <br />With colours in the field of love; <br />And, the last flowers bloomed. <br /> <br />Turbans and shawls! <br />Living in the ladn of milk and honey; <br />But, the joy of the hypocrite is for a moment, <br />As the truth comes along to expose him or her. <br /> <br />Her, here! <br />Like twinkling ornaments around her feet; <br />He, there! <br />And, to bear with him when he puts it into writing.<br /><br />Edward Kofi Louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-flowers-bloomed/
