Ghosts Of All The Past Mornings (Elfin Stanza Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

This day brings very sweet tranquillity
ghosts of other days, of some past morning
are present during this bright day in spring,
outside there is a kind of dignity

insects are buzzing up and down, are free
some are fluttering on a fragile wing,
you are dressed exceedingly lovely
while thousands of small birds do outside sing,

but this sunshine envelops everything
there is happiness in all that I see,

I have lived in times of real fighting
and have survived while you did love me,
our lives at times have been quite exciting
and every single day I see your beauty.