Slowly My Days Turn (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Slowly my days turn around and around
as the new mornings do come,
shuffling my poems do go to you
as without them I am wordless and dumbstruck
where with begging hands I wait upon you
for your sunny eyes and summer laughter,
I notice the lights of thousands of stars
burning brightly at night
decades do go to waste,
sometimes I see stars jump and shooting past
while I do write you back into my days
to know you in my happiness and sorrow
as love is a strange kind of thing
that let my heart sing to you.

© Gert Strydom