(after Elisabeth Eybers)
It's as if now I do measure off each day to you,
where jubilant my heart beats with an intense power
and yet love is more than I am yearning for,
where I know about you and our sincere love
and here I am prepared and also unprepared,
while that which is between us is fragile like a butterfly's wing beat
and yet there is a kind of wonder in the waiting,
where you are in my thought and I cannot forget you.
In my silent time of severe impatience
it's as if I do not really exist without you,
as if everything want to fade away day by day
and between us our love remains sometimes unfulfilled,
where days past into weeks
until unexpectedly our time does come.
[Reference:"Verwagting" (Expectation)by Elisabeth Eybers.]
© Gert Strydom
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