I Hear Footsteps In The Street Passing By Poem by Gert Strydom

I hear footsteps in the street passing by
and sometimes the rhythm clatters on,
sometimes lingering and stopping at places
as if in another world and not here
and when the rain starts pelting down
they hurry away

but sometimes you rush in
and I see lightning bolts sizzling
between the flower beds
like gigantic trees
branching off in the sky
and your lips are cold and wet,
there are crimson shades on your cheeks
and your eyes have a familiar glow.

While you are shivering at the edge of the bath
I do wonder if a person does another really know,
how far the thing called love between us does go
or do we at times take a strange and different path
to places where the wind does really stormy blow?

Is there only the spark of passion that does sizzle
between us and when the storms of life do drizzle
do they leave a kind of mark
or do love bind us together with something unseen
that changes life from what it has been?

From the hot bath you do smile at me
and the picture of a naked beautiful woman I do see.
who says that she does daily love me more.