To You Whose Name Is Noble Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Vernie Plaatjies)

Past the blue sky, moon and stars
I long for you
when the morning breaks
when the night spreads out her cloak

you are still far too distant
(even when you are right here with me)
as if life, destiny are in control
and as if I am extradited to seasons

as if even love, the act of making love,
the beautiful deep adventure
that binds us both together
may be devoured by the schizophrenia,
the madness of our existence
and as if everything with time falls apart, are set to decay

but still with every breaking day
when the sky folds her dull blue cloak around us
I do cling on to that which is between us
to the hope, the knowledge
that love is a stable thing
coming out of the hand of the omnipotent Lord

and just where you are
you do know how I feel about you,
how full of deep meaning
my words are.


[Reference: “Gedig vir S” (Poem for S) by Vernie Plaatjies]