If I Build My Life Out Of Magical Nights Poem by Gert Strydom

If I build my life
out of magical nights
my room becomes a castle
where you and I share our dreams.

In the background there are violins
playing in a string orchestra
and the sound
that falls over us trembling
lies soft in our own small universe.

I see stars in your eyes
and maybe it’s Orion
or the sun up above
and at dusk the moon hangs
as if caught in its own orbit.

There’s a pearl around your neck
that’s whiter than snow,
but your rosebuds bloom
before my lips reach them.

Outside the rain falls buzzing
against the window,
but we are lock off from every thing

and I hear you moan in ecstasy
while a thunderbolt rumbles far away
and your are soft and hot around me
and forever I can stay like this.