Strange Are The Days (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize, after Elisabeth Eybers)

Strange are the days with we separate from each other
but thoughts can bring you here to me
and a thousand miles is not a estrangement
where you are so deep and intense in my heart,
between you and me there is joy and not sorrow,
where my verses do continually sing songs of praise to you,
my thoughts keep jumping back to beauty of the years
and even if every night without you is pitch-black,
I do know that your heart, soul and spirit do belong to me
where I am continually waiting on the contact with you,
as I keep your image and humanity tightly against me,
where alive you do vibrate in every humble word,
in my thoughts are with me in each day,
as if together we do perfectly fit into life.

[Reference:"Sonnet.Die vreemde dae wat ons twee apart" (Sonnet. The strange days that the two of us are separate)by Elisabeth Eybers.]

© Gert Strydom