The Autumn That Suddenly Gambol Recklessly Poem by Gert Strydom

The autumn that suddenly gambol recklessly
drawing bright lines, made me think of you
but we were worlds apart
when the stars were shining late in the night.

Still I had dreamt about you,
that you like spring
come young and pretty to me,
while the wind was blowing through your hair,

whispering words of love through the reeds
and a whole squadron of birds were singing along
and that night wasn’t dark anymore,
your eyes went to the depths of my soul.