My Distant One (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I dream of a house somewhere at the sea
where I and my distant one
see bougainvilleas growing up a wall
with braiding wisteria that do spread like fingers
and we both do know how great it is
to be in love and inseparable
while the Cape winter rain do wash everything clean
and you do lay close to me with a fireplace
blazing with burning pieces of wood
when the whole house is hot around us
but now my life, my days fall apart
and you are not here with me, my distant one,
I wonder what to do
to touch your soul again?