Gert Strydom, 13 november 2013
(after Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Wild and happy without any regret
are tears of joy,
that flows without any kind of despair,
without a ploy,
comes heartfelt but are indeed somewhat strange,
does not annoy
and does come flowing with each special thing,
when at times you do cry my dear darling.
As deeply astounding as the first love,
or body bliss
that is remembered after some time
a single long kiss
does convey a own intimate meaning
of what life is,
coming unexpected from your soft lips,
caries a true message along with hips.
[Reference: “Tears, Idle Tears” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]
Gert Strydom, 12 november 2013
Suddenly the day fades to twilight,
the bright blue sky become dull
and you and I become spectators
while down the street the wind blows dust
when the sun sets in magic colours,
when we see the colours of the night
and we hear doves coo on the roof,
see stars stretching out into eternity
and there is innocence in your eyes
that becomes big like those of a child
and suddenly I have an inability
to find the right words
while silence brings a own language
when the sun sets beyond the hillocks.
Gert Strydom, 12 november 2013
In mere moments the blue sky
is wrapped in the black blanket of the night
and I feel your hand searching mine like a small animal,
while the sunset paints her colours
glorious on the canvass of the night,
and in the distance lights are twinkling suddenly,
the night is full of starts that are white, blue and glittering
and your lips burn on mine like a fire
while that moment becomes the most precious to us both.
Gert Strydom, 11 november 2013
Just before twilight
I could smell the heat of the sun on the wind,
the garden looked beautiful through the window
and I did long for you
when the first star appeared in the dark sky,
car lights passed in the street,
the bright moon appeared
and for long moments I did wait
on your return home.
Gert Strydom, 11 november 2013
Late in the afternoon the horizon swallowed the sun,
the flowers folded and closed there heads,
the evening star beckoned the moon
and I did think of you
and later I heard the gate open
and my heart went wild
as you did come home.
Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
Right through the night you did lie in my arms,
we both did cherish each other,
did not say a single word
and we were like the prince and Snow-white.
Darkness folded like a blanket over us,
at times you held on to me softly
and we watched the bright moon
until the starlight faded with the morning,
the silence had meaning
and nobody bothered us
while the bright sun peeped through the window,
and doves cooed in the great old oak tree.
Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
In the distance the thunder rumbles,
the smell of rain falling on the earth
is in the air
and suddenly there is silence
that is only broken by a croaking frog
when softly your hand rests on my shoulder
and like always
there is magic in your touch.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
There are times that I do know that you are wonderful, my wife,
where you do treat me as your very own
and in your heart there is passion and more than compassion
when you tell me all of your secrets,
where at times as if lost we cling to moments,
finding something deeper in each experience
and there is something more than just a kind of knowledge
that with and without us life does continue
when we do find meaning in the smallest things
and what binds us is much more than just a ring
when you make the entire world beautiful to me
and sometimes I then feel like a child
when I experience life in a new way
the more I am involved with you.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
I am but a normal kind of guy
but there are times that I do cling to love
as if it’s going to disappear trackless
between you and me
and sometimes like everyone I do hide behind a mask,
at times I want to disguise the pain
and believe that everything is alright
as you has become part of me,
you are intertwined into my own humanity
and in you I do drown.
I miss you every day when you leave
and wait on you to return
as it’s as if part of me
is gone to another place.
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2013
If words could
they would have conveyed my meaning
as my love does glitter like the sun
but between us it did become silent
and now I am short of the right words
and sometimes when we are together I still do feel alone
as if not even my eyes, my mouth can pervade
and bring the right message to you:
that to me you are precious
and that I do love you endlessly.
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