As an angel and devil that God share:
you leave me wounded and heal me,
you lead me into temptation and to tranquil waters,
are in my dreams, in my life as someone real.
There are a 1001 nights, which we live through
while the two of us in bliss cling to each other,
Arabic carpets come into my mind:
in my beautiful memories you are woven in.
In the impasse of sleeping and being awake
I cannot comprehend your phrases completely,
while you talk as if you have conversations in your dreams
and here you are away from a world full of fear.
Sensuously I love you in this time,
while love stretches into eternity.
© Gert Strydom
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