I Come To You (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Daleen)

I come to you during the silence of tonight
to tell you how very dear you are to me
as in the sky stars twinkle from eternity,
some are dim and far, almost out of sight,

you look lovely in the silver moonlight,
on your birthday smiling with tranquility
and volumes I do in your pretty eyes see,
they glow full of love and are very bright.

A weaver does its love-song twitter-sing,
there is the smell of rain hanging in the air
as the end of summer does autumn bring,
while sounds of joy do echo everywhere
as if tonight there is magic in everything,
as if right now all of life is without a care.