I Think Of You Far Away At Our House (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Shadows move on the wall in the moonlight,
I think of you far away at our house
while I do miss you so deeply tonight,
as roses bloom bending on the arch of boughs,

jasmine and gardenia are on the breeze
and you do not even hear Impala's turbines
as tranquil you sleep while you are at ease
while my wishes and prayers for you combines.

With a lock-down to you I cannot now go
while I want to hold you close in my arms,
about my true love I want you to know,
that I wish to protect you from all harms,

away I have been sixty days altogether
and soon we will again be together.

[Poet's note: I am talking here about the turbines at Impala Platinum refinery that do constantly cry while they run.]
© Gert Strydom