Full Moon [1] Poem by Gert Strydom

I see the moon in a puddle of water
where it reflects silver-white,
it hangs above the branches of the pepper tree
while a bright white star does jump

and I think of our promises to each other,
of your heart that you gave to me
when the sun, moon and stars were almost tangible
along with the heat of your body.

When another star does fall
and the moon does become much larger
its almost as if I can touch it,
can put it on a necklace

and I wonder if it holds a secret kind of power,
if it can make our love deeper and more intense
if I could hold it against my heart
and I wonder what the stars do forecast tonight?