(in answer to Bertolt Brecht, in answer to Barend J. Toerien)
Above us the sky is pretty cobalt blue
where we stand in the shadow of an oak tree,
the moment of our first kiss is a dream,
is build into the wonderful remembering,
with your green-brown eyes I see you,
the dog yawns and stretches out in the afternoon sleepiness,
in the distance thunder flashes while rain does pour down
while for moments I do look at you
our lips do spark on each other's in contact,
the suddenly grey sky does not matter to us,
it's only you and me in an eternal moment,
a redbreast frolics on the branch of a tree,
when for a lifetime I do get involved with you
and suddenly the sky above us is very dark.
[References:"Erinnering an die Marie A." (Memories of the Marie A.)by Bertolt Brecht. "Herinnering aan Marie A."(Memories of the Marie A.)by Barend J. Toerien.]
© Gert Strydom
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