(to Minette)
The golden moon hangs big-eyed in the window
as if it is watching me
while in the dark the cat watches the world
with gleaming eyes
and of you and me there now are only memories
and I know that I cannot hold you,
that winter at times do come merciless,
does destroy the summer at times
and that life and death
does come unstoppable
like night and day.
© Gert Strydom
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