It's Silent Right Through The House At Daybreak Poem by Gert Strydom

It's silent right through the house at daybreak
and only the songs of the birds comes through the windows
but we are closed to the outside
when the sun only peeps with its head over the horizon,

later just here and there breaks through the clouds,
our lives are tied to earlier decisions
and in the distance there are dots of boats,
the beauty of the coastal region

and a ray of sun falls over your face,
the wind rustles through the curtain and whispers
as if it's bringing a love song to you
and I see a small vein beating against your neck,
the room is still dark with twilight
and eternally I want to save this moment.