Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Sonnets to my love


I. My woman among a world of women


My woman among a world of women,
I wonder when will I see you again?

You who live in every dream,
as part of me
and time is rushing by and my hope
grows dimmer like the winter sun
in the cold sky.

At night the darkness covers me
and the moon glitters bleak
and even it grows weak
while I long for you
and even my consciousness
declares that maybe
I am waiting in vain.


II. I wish I could remember


I wish I could remember in detail
the first time that we met
the glance in your eyes
when you saw me.

Was it May, June, July
or maybe October?

I cannot recollect
what time of year
not even which season
but from the very start
I held you dear and that first hug
when I held you near
brought tears to your eyes,
or was it mine?


III. In dreams you are still with me



In dreams you are still with me
and in every dream
your dear face I see

and every night I dream on
of you and me being one
and when waking
with the sun braking through
the windowpane in the early morning
you are gone

and still somehow
it’s as if I can smell
your lingering perfume
just as if you spent
the night here with me.


IV. From the first moment I loved you

From the first moment
I loved you

construing how you felt
from your voice, what you said
to me and your actions
even if you might not
feel the same

but tough at times
you are not sure of your feelings
you were then
and we became one
and I dwelt in your eyes
trying to find your soul
and to bind with it.


V. Today I pray for you



Today I pray for you
not only to be true to me
but to have God dwell in your heart
for Him to keep you well,
to shadow you in every thing that you do.

Today I pray that every word
and every deed be blessed,
that every poetic line you write,
every brush stroke that you make
and every time you take the guitar
in your hands
be a great delight to others
and that they see you
in the greatness that I know.


VI. Your rebuke I have not earned

Your rebuke I have not earned,
just gave my sincere opinion
about something that I read
which you wanted me to
and neither were my words
aimed at you.

What should shine through
my lines is how much
I love and miss you

but more so
my love for the creator God
which comes first
in all that I do
even superseding you.


VII. If love is something sure

If love is something sure
between the two of us,
will you go away?

If love links you to me,
will you go astray,
be swept to another shore?

Love me and love me more
before it is too late
and destiny makes it impossible.

Love me as an equal
or let it be and loosen
the raging winds
to devour the citadel,
the castle of our dreams.

Submitted: Saturday, June 19, 2010

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