I Dreamt About You Last-Night Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Last-night at midnight I dreamt about you;
pretty you that keep hiding from me
as unexpectedly I sneak into your thoughts,
where you hold beautiful fingers over your eyes,
as if you do not want to see the world with its pain,
as if rained wet and totally soaked;
where each one of us wants to drown in a tidal-wave;
know we cannot trust the government,
while terror happens in the Ukraine,
where I fold my fingers over your hands,
I see your beautiful eyes for moments,
and I pray that nothing do disturb your pure heart,
I smell your sweet breath as you hold me.
I know I am dreaming and it's a maybe.