Louise Tredoux

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The Gifts Of My Thoughts - Poem by Louise Tredoux

Tonight I’m the only one
still up, burning a candle,
saving gas-light, all went
to bed, it’s quiet, everything
I thought has been left unsaid

There was no-one to confide
in, no-one to trust with the
feelings welling-up in me –
I was wondering what made
man think of an infinite,

Ubiquitous God; wondering
why harems flourished in
some societies; I thought of
the way of a lover with his
beloved; just like King

Solomon - but nothing
brought you nearer to me,
obviously, though I believe
you are thinking of me,
you can’t tune in

To my thoughts; I’m alone,
yet I’m saving all my ideas
to share with you, whether
it be here on earth – or
one day in eternity

I will present you with
the gift of my thoughts;
more precious than
jewels to me...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2008

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