Circe Poem by Gert Strydom

Day after day I yearn, look at him,
watch where he lies naked against me,
I see the sun rising red in the east,
I yearn that in passion again he will take me.
I want to stop all the sadness in his eyes,
I want to bind him for a while to me,
I want to stop him from going into further danger,
I want to blind him with kindness and love
but when he walks restless up and down,
staring out far over the ocean for moments long,
then I want to keep him but all of my hope fades
while I know that he cannot stay any longer
and still I wish for him to be with me,
while I look far away, far past his gaze.