Gert Strydom Poems

You stay in one
of a group of shacks
on the other side
of the cleared borderline
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Late in the afternoon over the sea
the day poured out the last out of its wineglass,
the bay, the wave is coloured red
when on the beach you do kiss me.
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Butterflies you could find
as a very small girl,
could run just like the wind,
did hold on your dad's hand,
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You are my angel of the morning light,
the one who turns my upside down world bright,
you are the only one to whom I yearn
during the darkness of the night.
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Blood-red the moon hangs
as a ruby up in the sky
on velvet from God,
it does flame in the darkness
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Something has gone wrong
and things are not
how they used to be
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In the distance he see them coming,
war chariots filling the horizon
and the rumbling of horse hooves
are getting louder
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Like a goddess you appear
with strings of falling auburn hair,
the sun sparkling in your golden eyes,
a joyful smile upon your lips,
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You are very pretty
and the sun rising over the horizon
loves you,
while his red rays folds open.
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There are things that you cannot avoid
like the call-up instruction which cruelly
brings you to another world and measure you out
for whom you must become and be and stay
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