Gert Strydom, 2 august 2013
We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
a glance as sweet as a lingering kiss,
saw a small frown
creasing your brow against the bright hot sun
while just being with you were the greatest fun.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2013
Although our feelings are true winter comes
too suddenly
and in our quick approaching middle-age
we love gladly
while life rushes by in the good and great times
and part of me
always remains hidden quite deep in you
and some thoughts of you in all that I do.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2013
While clouds did mill, ominous thundergirt
and in darkness
pile all over the distant horizon
we did caress,
with lips upon lips silently meeting;
our God did bless
us with His own lingering company
while in a storm we did each other see.
Wind did suddenly rock the little tent’s roof,
our God’s presence,
was everywhere, we were without a care,
to its essence
we talked about His might in that night;
our innocence
almost childly kept us from doing wrong.
both of our bonds with Him were very strong.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2013
In that night we learned
what pain and joy is
and silently we lay in each other’s arms
in the darkness,
until the new day burnt the bright blue open
we were missing
as if we did exist in every moment
and were caught and trapped in each other.
Gert Strydom, 31 july 2013
In my dream your photo frame memory
did not want to bring you back to me
and somewhere the forgetting did sneak in
as if continually you were hiding
but still my heart was full of affection and glee
while my own thoughts were jumping as if to be free
and they would go back to a day on the beach
when you did disappear and were out of reach
when the afternoon cannon thundered in the distance
and there was pain in that remembrance
as if I could not comprehend this breach
and we were away each to each
but of the depths of our love I did know
when from my anxiety my awakening was slow
while you were sleeping peacefully
and to my heart came a kind of tranquillity
while on the wall sneaked a shadow
and outside the streetlights did glow
Gert Strydom, 31 july 2013
Sometimes there is a small change
of brown to green
that your eyes make, when I touch you
and when I kiss you
they sometimes get the sun’s sparkle of gold
and what you do
to make them get different colours
stays ‘n big secret that neither of us know.
Gert Strydom, 31 july 2013
Tonight your eyes sparkle like constellations
of yellow stars,
while a strange kind of magic is around.
Away from wars
of domestic mangling, calling duties,
not a thing mars
this perfect night as you smile in delight,
while you are lovely and kiss you I might.
Gert Strydom, 30 july 2013
We know violets are blue, roses are red,
carnations too
some hollyhocks are pink and indistinct
I do love you,
unlike flowers words sometimes do fail me,
with feelings true
yet something reaches out to your centre-core
changing us more and more as we adore.
Gert Strydom, 30 july 2013
With big brown eyes you look at me
when you awake
and outside a wild winter wind blows
when you do touch me
and with a glance that is full of trust
you close your eyes
with the brokenness that others see
and I know that I do not deserve you.
Gert Strydom, 29 july 2013
In the house of my Father there is a place
for each one that comes to Him
and constantly I am astounded by His love and sacrifice
but sometimes I want to hide my life and cover it
as I am stained by my own conceit
and now in my years of old age
I am longing back to the days spent with Him
while time is drawing a line through my years
and I realise that I want to embrace Him
but sometimes I do not know where to lie down my head
when I walk along the dark road of life
but my hesitation is only for a short while
before I want Him close to me
and wherever I am His house always stands open for me.
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