Where Is The Place? Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Daleen)

Where is the place where we did dream together
when you did still love me,
when your small hand did neatly fit into mine,
where our prayers without vain conceit
could go sincerely to the Father
when you were at my side

and yet the morning, the afternoon and evening is just as blue
full of the sun en darkness as once with you
and maybe in vain I did trust my heart and life
and time and secrets to you.

© Gert Strydom