At Night When The Day Puts On Its Dark Cloak Poem by Gert Strydom

At Night When The Day Puts On Its Dark Cloak



At night when the day puts on its dark cloak
and blackness covers the heavenly blue
then there is a place that we want to make our own,
a place where you reach with your hand to mine

where you love me past time and sense and sensibility
and somehow it’s a place of shelter
where the madness of life does grow faint,
where an own piece of Eden begins.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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