Think Of Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Think of me
while the horizon glows red
at dusk,
that folds like a translucent cloak
around the earth

where on the porch
you watch the wild doves
and people
passing in the street
and the church bell
counts the evening hour in the distance

and the sweet taste of the tea
disappear with satisfaction into you
and the night flowers
open their cups.

Think of me
while nights draws out long
and the smell of jasmine
comes sweet through the window
soaking in from the garden

and you awake
from your dreams at night
and the old black dog
make whimpering sounds in her sleep

because I am the whole time
right here next to you
and want to remember
every moment with you.