There Is Something Almost Sad In The Glare Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Its late afternoon according to the sun
when I have to greet you, my love,
and outside the redbreast sings its song.

In the distance the setting sun is crimson
and there is something almost sad in the glare.
Its late afternoon according to the sun

and your eyes glitter fluidly-gold and you look pure
in a white dress with sandals on your feet
and outside the redbreast sings its song.

The colour of one of the roses is almost ruby
and I pray that God will protect you against the virus.
Its late afternoon according to the sun,

in your big eyes there are now sadness and pain
where for months the virus did stop contact
and outside the redbreast sings its song,

while above me a big white full-moon appears
and how long the virus will last no one can suspect.
Its late afternoon according to the sun
and outside the redbreast sings its song.