He disappeared when autumn sang the last hymn.  

Trees cogitate in silent  and poetry shall not express grief ;we shared a  shade while we dismantle our problems     

And

Marvelled at our metamorphosis , you poured  chivasregal in a calabash

 Our thoughts sailed  upon endless seas ;punctuated by laughter  which revive our being .        

                        Oh!

may the tale be narrated to your seed   that  no oxymoron   Nor  euphemism

                     And 

syntex can  describe  the scald tears of a poet    

Makhosonke Dhlamini.