Gert Strydom, 13 december 2012
When daylight comes the clouds draw open
while the night takes all of her shining stuff,
the rays of the sun walk through the heaven,
stars shatter to pieces beyond the blue
and when the moon gleams golden after the twilight,
become much bigger as if it gets nearer
and climbs with a bow over the horizon
then the night clothes herself in her satin black cloak again,
while stars appears like white falling pieces of hail.
Gert Strydom, 13 december 2012
(after Toon van den Heever)
Insignificant are the white clouds that do pass
as they are driven by strong winds without any solidity
and are build high like towers
without any guards watching.
Forever the winds and clouds do swish forth
and for me and you a time is set
to build a life like we should,
to have time linger with each other
and to be lost in the depths of love
[Reference: “Haelwit gestapelde wolke” by Toon van den Heever.]
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2012
When I saw you, the world felt untouched,
as if you were the first woman
and to you I wanted to give my whole life
wanted to bring a new meaning to yours
while I am astounded by you
and without you
everything precious is missing,
and without you I feel totally lost.
You tell me about your dreams,
about the wild flowers
that only bloom in the hills
while I am falling deeper in love with you
and we suddenly drive high up into a mountain pass
where it’s an experience
to together find a wild orchid,
in a place untouched by man.
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2012
After you did draw the curtains tight,
your clothes dropped
and you were stretched out over the bed,
looking very enticing.
You smiled, when you reached for me,
with you soft mouth that were luring,
when you were right against me,
when you wanted me to settle myself in you;
your breasts were soft, firm and round
and without any fear
you took me to ultimate bliss,
where you healed me,
where you taught me to be lost
in a place far past
the urges of the human spirit,
to find a kind of peace.
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2012
Let me tell you of my love day by day,
and little things like a dove
that life at times brings onto my way,
see as an action from above,
even if this life does me around shove
let me still truly love you
while into each other we fit as a glove,
let my eyes sparkle blue
while yours have a strange kind of hue,
with care in every remark,
let only kindness in everything be due
with passion as the spark.
When we do in greater things embark
let us then find an alcove,
a place of love, solace against the dark
living out our own love.
Gert Strydom, 7 december 2012
Perfect love is such a strange kind of thing
in a way a kind of sublime paradigm
where we are searching something unending
that still stays even through the end of time,
as if it is eternally living.
Gert Strydom, 7 december 2012
Your cries have got pleasure, not pain
that rips right through the sheer silence
in a joyful experience
and to me our passion is plain
something that no words can explain.
Gert Strydom, 7 december 2012
I think about your bright face
as if you are right here with me
but far too quickly the image wants to disappear
as if there is nothing left
and my attention stray to outside, to the street.
Gert Strydom, 6 december 2012
Becoming wide awake at the first light
he lies motionless, watches her
in her tranquil sleep,
where she is right there,
but somewhere away from him.
He is far too scared to move,
scared to wake her up
before the set time
and then suddenly her eyes open,
she watches him,
draws him close to the heat of her body.
Gert Strydom, 6 december 2012
The night is starting
while the blue is slipping away,
gleaming crimson the sun is departing
while its lasts rays decay
and suddenly it is the end of day.
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