On A Evening (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the sky an aircraft draws its line
while with roaring jets it does descend,
in the west the sun does slowly decline
where the sunny day is almost spend

nearby there is a burbling small stream,
the evening star is out where its twilight
and yet at this time of day of you I do dream
with you face smiling cheerful and bright

with a warm sparkle in each lovely eye
the moon rises as a golden shining sphere
and somehow the minutes into hours do fly
where as ever I do hold you very dear,

are yearning for your sweet and tender caress
and for our ultimate lasting happiness.

© Gert Strydom