The Sun Is Like A Golden Copper Bell Poem by Gert Strydom

The sun is like a golden copper bell
on the other side of the blue curtain,
shadows are already creeping up against the wall
when here and there the sun is shining in hot,
while silently your first smile does vanish,
when you sleep again and I already are missing you
and I do love you in happiness and pain,
look for moments with great care at you,
do even find meaning in your bearing
as if you are part of my soul and spirit.