WHITE LIGHT

Gaugin went in search of the of the pure white light,
he found his ideal in France and a Tahiti sight;
I met mine in the Cape Town height of summer,
where you floated on the beach, you had to love her.

I captured you on a heavenly canvas, angels nearby,
my brush strokes put down your beauty and made me cry,
surely there was only you but I was painting another,
the power was different on paper coz you were my lover.

People gathered to see this transition, new dimension,
the laughter and surprise mingled with sun and definition,
brush trembled, what would come next, it must be heaven,
my spiritual guide ensured that colours would come again.

I thanked Paul for giving me this strength, really good,
it was me who loved you the best - if anyone surely could.