In My Thoughts We Sit On The Veranda Poem by Gert Strydom

In my thoughts we sit on the veranda
of the big old house
in fifth avenue
and we see the setting sun
with colours that no person is able to paint
and the smell of flowering jacarandas
is heavy and sweet in the air

we are drinking sweet wine
from a bottle of St. Anna
and your smile and the short happiness
between us, I cannot catch here

but now there are only tears
hanging heavily on my eye lids,
I am scared for every new morning
as without you my life is meaningless

without you my life is like a watering can
from which the water of life
is continuing to leak out
as if I am caught in a world
where my destiny is already set
this is only another helpless daydream
that is disillusioned in the brightness
of every new morning
and the reality of life.

[Reference: Sonder jou (‘n liedjie) (Without you (a song)) by Mandi Engelbrecth.]