Flashback Poem by Gert Strydom

In the week's long nights when I dream of you,
the rays of the moon fall
as if your pretty fingers lovingly do fold around me.
Only you and me can understand
how lonely and forsaken every weekday is,
but when your beautiful smile radiate
it's as if I am reading something intimate and deep in your eyes,
are lost right there in your humanity.
Pondering I wonder about love
but in all of this you do remain,
it's as if life are drawing us to each other,
to constantly be together,
as if every splendid moment is something eternal,
are caught in memory
in the secrecy of our love,
as if days continue to unfold,
do over and over begin with an adventure,
as if only now, this moment,
with you and me right through life
does exist in every bit of laughter and in each tear.