In The High-Veldt Of The Heart (2) Poem by Gert Strydom

I
With brand-new high-heels that break,
flowers that do not want to come out of the rocky ground
where we did stop at a patch of beautiful wild-lilies.
that place left us both speechless,
while in the distance a thunder fell blue-white,
the high-veldt after summer rain stretched out green
and much later we did hear that bang
while I drew you deeper into my arms
and once again with my fingers I started digging,
at last had that orange flower for you,
you silently in wonder for moments looked at it,
and I saw the glittering in your green-brown eyes.
You were there barefoot on holy ground,
the thorns of the lilies did wound me.

II

The thorns of the lilies did wound me,
you my summer-bride with blonde hair blowing in the wind,
wanted to find some more treasures from nature just there
and still our wandering tracks lie all around,
while you are pictured: happy, sparkling and healthy,
as if all of paradise were around us like a mere child
and it's with that human being that I do constantly bond.
You are grounded with love for nature and rocks.
In the distance another lightning-bolt came down slowly,
you long-legged were busy looking at beautiful rocks,
where we both stood in the high-veldt of the heart
with life and all of nature that leaves us speechless,
where in my thoughts you do still look picture-perfect
and in the here and now we do live in a world full of sorrow.