Gert Strydom, 12 września 2012
If I could just have my own way with you
I would stick onto you like strong clear glue,
be accompanying you throughout the day
like some magic coming out of the blue,
as from my feet you have swept me away,
you come to almost every word I say
in and out of my mind your image dips
and continually my mind does to you stray
and I would be under your soft fingertips
be covering you, even your very hips
while you were busy driving you own car,
I would be looking, watching your sweet lips,
in the mirror and the black road of tar
while together we were travelling quite far.
Gert Strydom, 12 września 2012
When you are with me,
time has no capacity to schedule us.
When kisses fall like rain,
there is no pain, no sorrow
and only joy
with no way to time it.
Even in this winter of my despair
where age is catching up with me,
where life bangs me down to the ground,
nothing of this world is around
when your eyes form new worlds
which I in their beauty see.
The blowing leaves, the icy breeze
all passes me, while the summer of your smile
falls with life on my heart.
Gert Strydom, 11 września 2012
What can I bring to you
in a world where everything is dark?
What can I give to you that are true,
what can I bring to you,
if everything is broken in whatever I do;
do you find something more in my eyes, in each remark?
What can I bring to you
in a world where everything is dark?
Gert Strydom, 11 września 2012
You long to go to a place near mountain streams
where we wander around in our memories
or maybe to the Knysna forest you go in your dreams.
You long to go to a place near mountain streams
for which your heart at times screams
where we wander among the trees without worries.
You long to go to a place near mountain streams,
where we wander around in our memories.
Gert Strydom, 11 września 2012
As far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks
lies the things that was once true,
as far away as the blue
lays memories of me and you,
where things are like they had been, like the rocks,
as far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks.
Gert Strydom, 24 sierpnia 2012
I love you girl,
you once again are making me young,
while I find love in your heart
that touches my life,
eternally I am bound to you
whatever we go through;
nothing can devour our love,
as it is protected by God.
Gert Strydom, 24 sierpnia 2012
Deep in prayer I have walked
while pouring rain came down,
with the strong southeaster blowing
you I called my own
about our love I have talked,
as mercies He has shown
to the Lord who is all knowing
while strong our love had grown.
Gert Strydom, 24 sierpnia 2012
Outside the snow is falling,
are gliding like pieces of paper coming down,
the icy wind is biting
when I brush off some flakes
and now it falls continually
when you phone, quite amused,
with the signal sometimes growing faint
while you say that you desire me.
Gert Strydom, 23 sierpnia 2012
Copper brown Egyptian geese are in the marsh,
they call from the plumed reeds
and they leave flat tracks in the clay
when they walk past in a small group
and I hear them from far of on the porch
when the pond resound with their voices
just their at the old sunken sloop
where I notice the sun shining on the water,
how they suddenly fly up and spread
as they avoid a dog that is running loose.
Gert Strydom, 23 sierpnia 2012
Two doves made their own nest
and with time cooed in love to each other
but one on a day disappeared
and never again came to watch its loved one,
even when the branches creaked in the winter wind
nobody gave any crumbs of bread to the remaining dove,
only the bright stars were always guarding
over a small nest above an old wooden floor.
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