You Laughed The Lost Years Away Poem by Gert Strydom

When the sun went down in an orange copper-glow
and your hand found mine warm,
all of life was better than good
and dumbstruck like a small child
you glanced at the beauty when the darkness came,
saw the shiny evening star hanging high
and with God's beautiful handiwork you were speechless,
caught for moments,
the lost time was without meaning,
as if only here and now
is the great beautiful reality for us both
and we did embrace,
all of the turn-off roads disappeared into the nought
with the amber light of the night
while innumerable stars did shine down upon us
and lovely was your face,
with your eyes big as if they wanted to swallow me,
with your soul revealed
and still I do remember the impression of that moment:
as a woman you are wonderful.

© Gert Strydom