Where No Sun Raises Its Rays Poem by Gert Strydom

Autumn, spring, summer and winter comes
where no sun raises its rays,
where no wind blows or any snow falls
in the temple of the heart.

The eyes portray like shining lights
the currents of the soul
reflecting the great continent
called the mind

and noise falls through the channels
of the ears
breaking on the shores
of meaning and sense.

Tears come from the well
of emotions in the deep
where feelings sprout
in flowers or weeds
which grows or wither away.