The Tranquil Swim Poem by Gert Strydom

In the late afternoon we walked on the beach
with the sun hanging low in its golden glare.
I said, "Look! Your eyes are the colour of the sun on the sea."
Frowning you glanced at me and shook your head.
"They are green-brown, " you smiled.
"They are golden, " I replied while we entered the lagoon.
The water was warm while we swam to the small waterfall,
found a unknown grotto behind its sheets of water,
small fishes were drifting all around us
while the water was crystal-clear and buoyant
and lazily side-by-side we floated.
Deeper inside there were some pink coral
and many more brightly coloured small fishes
dashed away from us as they scattered.
Much later totally alone we were on a flat rock,
moments became eternal,
smiling you did cling to me
and somehow we had lost time
as it was twilight
when we did return to the beach
and the evening star was shining bright
in the still azure sky.

© Gert Strydom