Gert Strydom, 2 listopada 2012
In the moonlight
she appears with a big smile,
in the moonlight
she made my whole body shake,
when suddenly I was afraid of the dark night,
when I heard her terrible and ghastly laughter
in the moonlight.
Gert Strydom, 2 listopada 2012
When Icarus did fall
his wings were scorched,
when Icarus did fall
a bolt of lightning did strike him
in the sea near to a island,
to help him there were nobody
when Icarus did fall
Gert Strydom, 31 października 2012
She was white blonde,
her eyes sometimes bright sky-blue,
she was white blonde,
with a foot right next to the abyss
when I held her tightly against me,
and for the first time really noticed her well,
she was white blonde…
Gert Strydom, 31 października 2012
Down at the marsh
weavers rock up and down,
down at the marsh
your lips are soft against mine
when a big dog barks far away
and your right knee has lost some skin
down at the marsh.
Gert Strydom, 31 października 2012
A small tear falls
when she was very happy,
a small tear falls
when endlessly problems came
and makes a confession
about love she has no knowledge,
and a small tear falls
Gert Strydom, 30 października 2012
I stand on the dark balcony
while the almost endless rain
sieves down continually
and the streets of Bellville below me shines
where lights gleam everywhere, with cars
that continually drives up and down
and I wonder
how a lightning bolt that decent over the city
would look like
if it would also branch out
like in the Transvaal of my childhood day
before it touches down blue-white
but I only see rain, concrete and glass.
Gert Strydom, 30 października 2012
Sometimes it’s as if my childhood days come back
and it’s as if the colour and texture catches me
when I am astounded by the sheer beauty of things,
by the smell of flowers hanging in the air,
where I see clouds as flakes,
and it’s as if the colour and texture catches me
that is spread over the bright blue in small pieces
that brings me back to another time and place
where I see clouds as flakes,
and I am again full of joy and happiness
and the whole sky is full with specks between the blue and white
that brings me back to another time and place,
to the memories of my childhood days
when I see the summer sun rising golden
and the whole sky is full with specks between the blue and white
and the birds and insects are of the loveliness some proof.
Sometimes it’s as if my childhood days come back
when I see the summer sun rising golden,
when I am astounded by the sheer beauty of things.
Gert Strydom, 26 października 2012
My darling, there is something
that is great, that is unseen happening
as our love becomes unlimited
as with new life spring rushes in
and even when the days seems plain
when there is no right and ready answer for pain,
when scorching hangs the summer sun
still our love intensely does remain.
Gert Strydom, 26 października 2012
Kiss you in moments I might,
while the depth of my love is out of sight
and the dawn breaks red
shattering the dark starry night
and there is something great to first light
as the morning comes open and bright
while we both lie comfortable in bed
and the sun becomes hot and white.
Gert Strydom, 26 października 2012
Daily you do your love express
in every minute of wakefulness
and even when you are asleep
there is a sweet message in your quietness.
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