Gert Strydom Poems

Like mountains lying far away and blue
love stays constant; it does not become common,
it leaves impressions in the great remembrance
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To you I am attached
and our love is never only common,
it becomes something that never does lapse,
it expels the great longing
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Since childhood the night scares you
as if here in Africa dark things do sneak about
and when the stars appear you start to long
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Continually our love does me surprise,
as sometimes you bring me pain
and sometimes you hold on to me
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It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
and next me you lie naked and stretched out,
while you bring warmth to the cold darkness
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The whole yard becomes full, becomes full of him,
without anyone noticing
while the shadows are drawing nearer
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When in summer
stormy clouds gather
and chains of blue-white thunder
comes flaming down, sneaks nearer and neared
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that lingers at the mirror image of the window
is swept away
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird
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Far out in the wilderness
I have come upon a thrush
far from its nest, singing in happiness
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