Arabic Nights (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to H. J. Pieterse)

When I come awake and see the moon peeping,
you do lie in beauty streched out over the sheet,
while the doves outside do still coo,
with your silky hair covering the pillow.
You remind me about an oasis deep in the desert
with a Moorish minaret around which doves do flutter,
of a Eden where all kinds of sorrows do disappear
but untouched without sin or the snake,
where I am right against you cosily and hot,
your soft arm do rest over me that makes me a part
of your dreams and of your silent nightly secrets,
outside there is a bright silhouette as if an angel is guarding us,
the night is full of gardenia and jasmine,
when away into the world of sleep I do disappear.

[Reference:"Arabesk" by H. J. Pieterse.]

© Gert Strydom