(in answer to Gilbert Gibson)
For years I did not know you,
was aware that a time must come
as determined by probability
that someone would really leave me dumbfounded.
Like differential and integral mathematics
parts of you were in my brain
but without the pieces of the puzzle fitting
and now I know you on black and white,
it's different from a rainbow, from which I know the spectrum,
the wonder of you is indefinite,
almost like the morning's red after the darkness
when your being glows with a noble fervour,
where you view me as if given to you
by the Lord God who we both do serve.
[Reference:"vorlesungen über thermodynamik" by Gilbert Gibson.]
© Gert Strydom
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