(for Annelize)
Maybe my eyes want to see you again like then
with the late afternoon sun falling behind you,
that does light you up brightly; do fall sparkling through your hair
as if you are a saint or an angel.
With that sun-filled glance in your eyes
of which my soul do still carry the brand marks,
your smile as if you are overwhelmed happy,
with the light wind rustling softly through your dark hair,
your perfume that the breeze brings to my nose
and maybe the innocence that does flee away for the passion of a kiss,
that makes you step into true to life into a moment
where with a blue sundress you stand slimmer than slim against a tree,
the sunny hours of the Cape summer lingers and lingers
and in the background the sea that is full of white horses at the Strand.
© Gert Strydom
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