With the sun rising orange-red this morning
my heart is open for you after a night of dreams,
after our separation for months I had been without words
but in the night you took a short cut through my thoughts.
Sometimes in my dreams you come to me
and for a meeting in a far off day I have got great hope
but the reality of becoming awake, these thoughts are stripped away.
With the sun rising orange red this morning
the reality of the cruel world was still somewhat disguised,
so many things I still wanted to say to you in a profound conversation
but now in the awaking reality I feel somewhat stupid.
My heart is open for you after a night of dreams,
but the short time that we had together passed far too quickly
and suddenly unexpected our break up did come
when the leaving went as such things do go.
after our separation for months I had and without words
and hours, days and months like a leave did turn around and around.
Outside a redbreast does twitter before it dips its head in the water,
against the window red roses are flowering
but in the night you took a short cut through my thoughts,
outside dogs bark at the property of the neighbour,
alone I do wake on a white pillow,
again do realise there is nobody like you in the whole of humanity
and I do imagine that your hair do glitter, that you do walk out
with the sun.
© Gert Strydom
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