In Memories Our Times Together Are Bright (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

On the chessboard of destiny I feel like a pawn.
Although to follow the true God I do daily strive,
it's as if life and living do us at times apart drive
but by sincere true love we are together drawn.

Outside doves and a hoopoe pecks on the lawn
and without you more than empty is my life
while I am truly missing you, my dearest wife.
Outside I glimpse I think a lingering fawn,

it is much cooler outside (it has become twilight)
with some tiny stars twinkling high up in the skies
and in my memories our times together are bright,
there is something of the expressions of your eyes
that stays in my memory and an aspect of their light
a sense of how deep our love is that no one denies.

© Gert Strydom