Clouds Gathering Poem by Gert Strydom

It seemed like a perfect life,
with the two of us skinny dipping
in the lagoon,
walking on the beach in the full moon,
sunlight on your face,
the two of us walking hand in hand,

but then that is how dreams go,
while we were sipping champagne
on the veranda just after dusk
and I remember you
flashing, opening the towel
while you passed giggling to our bedroom
and reality stepped in,
with death that was lurking in the shadows
which entered unexpectedly
like a severe thunderstorm.