Outside The Sun Was Bright Poem by Gert Strydom

(after John Milton)

In great tranquillity to my delight,
I thought I saw an angel, my wife, a Saint
during the darkest hour of the night
her perfume was in the room but it was faint.
Outside bright shined the yellow streetlight
she smiled in love without the hard-willed taint,
the woman I know so well filled my sight
she laughed at my surprise without restraint,
seemed a little taller than her usual height.
The alarm went off, the room smelled like its new paint
no sign of her inside, outside the sun was bright.

[Reference: "On his deceased wife" also known as: "Methought I saw my late espoused Saint" by John Milton.]
© Gert Strydom