It's As If Only Of You I Am Thinking Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside the cooing of the doves does resound,
while the sun hangs orange on the horizon
and it's as if only of you I am thinking.

At the window a yellow weaver twitter and flutters
and another one hangs in the distance on a reed.
Outside the cooing of the doves does resound

and a hungry starling on a branch that gleams black-green.
I wonder if you are enjoying this hotter day
and it's as if only of you I am thinking

that it's a deadly time I do realise
and that the entire world is filled with sorrow.
Outside the cooing of the doves does resound

and in a mere moment life has changed,
that the virus constantly has an impact remains implicit
and it's as if only of you I am thinking

while children do frolic around in the neighbour's garden
and without you life seems worthless and in vain.
Outside the cooing of the doves does resound
and it's as if only of you I am thinking.
© Gert Strydom