Before sunrise I lay sleeping peacefully
when you awake me
and outside the stars glitter in the dark beyond
while the moon shine silver-white.
Carefully I try to read the signs,
see the lines that only I know,
there is something in the intimacy
and your green-brown eyes gleam tenderly.
© Gert Strydom
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