Poezja

Silently in the west the sun died away,
sunset brought a blood-red shimmer over False Bay
screeching a seagull flew up against the African coast
and twilight came suddenly in tones of gray
 
while our lips met and intimately we had nothing to say
and in the distance glittering and busy the city of Cape Town lay
while waves licked at our feet and a ship’s lights glowed yonder
and in those moments of enchanting beauty to God we wanted to pray.