Gert Strydom

Bronze Star - 2,060 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Sometimes It’s As If The Sleep Washes Like A River Over Me - Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes it’s as if the sleep washes like a river over me
and then I have got this lost fear
when I feel you breathing against my neck
that this bliss will be our last

and the whole house is dark and silent
while my thoughts wander off to where they want
and when you suddenly turn around
I am afraid to share my thoughts with you

and then I lie still without a movement,
to have some more wonderful moments with you.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013


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