Outside The Waves Crashed Breaking On The Beach Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Riana)

Outside the waves crashed breaking on the beach
and the beach, the sun, the sky
waited in vain on you
and so was I waiting.

You were laying a darkened room,
with curtains pulled shut,
crawled up on the bed
and for one or other reason
wishing to be dead.

I opened the curtains
to let the sea breeze
and the summer sun in
and you said
that it was like search lights
in your eyes
and I said that it's no holiday
acting like this

but somehow a little smile curled
around your lips
and dressed in a beach jacket
covering your black bikini
and slender hips

you followed me to the beach,
splashed with your feet
in the wading surf

and giggled when
I pulled you in deeper in,
dipping you wet
and the summer sun
had hit into your heart.