Wile The Wind Whispers A Song (Swinburne Roundel) Poem by Gert Strydom

I remember you with your hair wet,
what your smile did to me do
a year after we met,
I remember you,

how you looked me through,
more than friendship was that day set
but of love I do not have a clue:

how you tangled me in your net
and to this day my feelings are true,
while locked-down away from you I fret,
I remember you,

your hair naturally curly in strings fair,
how serene and glad your eyes looked at me
and there was something between us right there.
Your hair naturally curly,

with your face without make-up how you did me see
and suddenly as a woman I was of your distinctly aware,
also that much more was between us going to be

and now with all my heart I do for you care
but to go to and be with you I am not free,
while a deadly virus does the world scare.
Your hair naturally curly,

brings me back to your pickerel smile
in a time that the world is under attack,
to a moment that we looked at each other for a while,
brings me back

to how much you do me still attract,
to a time of innocence and no guile
and in this time we do all kinds of freedom lack

while we live in a world that is harsh and hostile
and I miss and long for you and this flashback,
do remind me of your beauty, personality and style
brings me back.

While the wind whispers a song about each feeling
this upside-down life feels extremely wrong,
while with death the entire world is reeling,
while the wind whispers a song,

the syllables echoed by the doves is strong,
but it's as if destiny is part of our lives stealing
and even the shadows do sing along

while every day with the virus we are dealing
and at heart I know together we do belong,
do pray to God to be humanity healing,
while the wind whispers a song.
© Gert Strydom