When Jacaranda Flowers Fall Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When the purple rain of Jacaranda flowers
fall on the streets in Pretoria
they stain the world
and like my heart bleeds
and it’s in this time that I miss you so much.

When the monster of loneliness eats away
at my sun filled days
and when the wild cosmos flowers sway in the wind
I pick bunches full of memories
of our picnics
that we spent together during autumn.

I would trade the world
to see your face again
and to look into your beautiful blue eyes.

When Mozart, Verdi and Strauss
fill my empty room
they remind me even more of you
and I want to drown you out of my heart
but are trying in vain.

When tears fall like dew
on the peach blossoms of my cheeks
I do remember you even more
and the notes do carry me back to you
and I take you out of my memory chest
but I will never be in your arms again

and when the gardenias are flowering
their fragrance fills the room
and I entangle myself in the sheets
and cling to the pillow
as if it is you

and my dreams bring you back into my life
but like the fragrances of the night
you do fade away
and when the morning comes
I return you to my memories.