Sometimes It Feels Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes it feels as if precious moments
are stretched out into pieces of eternity,
as if a sunset, a smile, even sexual ecstasy
reaches out to something greater

as if at times
we are more than only humans,
as if our love
can bind much stronger than death

but we are actually only like travellers
who spend a time in this world,
just visiting this earth
before everything ends,

as we are programmed from scratch
to decay with time
and at a time grey hairs appear,
when the beauty of maturity starts to disappear.