Gert Strydom Poems

You stay in one
of a group of shacks
on the other side
of the cleared borderline
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God gives a child
for a while as a gift to you
to keep in your arms.
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You are my angel of the morning light,
the one who turns my upside down world bright,
you are the only one to whom I yearn
during the darkness of the night.
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Late in the afternoon over the sea
the day poured out the last out of its wineglass,
the bay, the wave is coloured red
when on the beach you do kiss me.
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Butterflies you could find
as a very small girl,
could run just like the wind,
did hold on your dad's hand,
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Something has gone wrong
and things are not
how they used to be
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In the distance he see them coming,
war chariots filling the horizon
and the rumbling of horse hooves
are getting louder
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You are very pretty
and the sun rising over the horizon
loves you,
while his red rays folds open.
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Take my words to above
to a place of ineffable greatness
and let me behold in prayer
the unnameable God
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Like a goddess you appear
with strings of falling auburn hair,
the sun sparkling in your golden eyes,
a joyful smile upon your lips,
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