Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

With The Twinkle Of First Sight (Rubaiyat Sonnet)


With the twinkle of first sight in their eye
a flaming star soared across the sky
as it shined with its own new light
and in only a wink it did pass by.

What a strange kind of thing it was to some,
as they thought that a time of joy had come
as the star had brought a kind of good news,
and led wise men away from home.

In every birth of a child on this earth
there is a kind of hope, a kind of worth,
the promise of passing on love and life
of a kind of warmth far beyond the hearth;

that great miracle of a small girl or a boy,
who will at a time either build or destroy.

Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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