Far Too Often Into My Dreams You Have Dwelled (Requiescat) Poem by Gert Strydom

Too often in my dreams you have dwelled,
but tonight, in the bright silver moonlight
from me I want you to be expelled,
although I do miss you, I pray tonight

while the red sun is dying in the west
that peace and tranquillity will be yours,
in all love I am asking that you rest
in this world, in all of the darkest hours

and when our God a His time comes again
that He will raise you in righteousness,
the clouds are milling and I can smell rain
but there is just silence and darkness

while the hours pass and tiredness finds me,
in sleep there is some kind of sanctuary.