Where Constantly I Am Thinking About You Poem by Gert Strydom

Above me it's night with a bright white moon,
the branches of the oak tree rock in the waving
and I wish for my life for a shifting,
to only be living with you.
It's as if everything is about survival in the world,
about misery a person do continually gets information
and I am praying for the cross pollination of the peas,
do want to embrace you with both my arms.
You must be past tired waiting for me
but constantly I am thinking of you,
it's only the most beautiful things that I do expect
and there are many stars shining above me,
they glitter on the blanket of the night,
that there is nobody like you becomes clear to me.
© Gert Strydom