Pretty Things Sometimes Do Come Suddenly Poem by Gert Strydom

(for my wife Daleen Enslin-Strydom)

Pretty things sometimes do come suddenly
and at times do last only for a moment,
like light that falls like a stream of bright rays
through a opening in the clouds,

the variety of colours
with a sunset
where a few white clouds
still do hang in the blue sky,

the bright colours of a rainbow
that suddenly does frame
the clouded dark sky

doves that grey-blue
in a swarm in a park decent around you
in a rustling of slapping wings

and so are the facial expressions
of jubilation and joy,
things that we do never find in words
but do relate to great moments,

and the light in the glance in the eye
that is already radiant
before we see the smile
around the lips

but it's different with you, who do love me,
where a moment does change a lifetime
to how life does really need to be.