There Is Not Much More I Can Ask (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

Now that the garden is covered by darkness,
you are not here to fulfil my life and it's in its starkness.

and in this time there is a black mood,
while this lock-down is for our own good.

It rains with thunder as if God speaks in holiness,
where I have to ward-off my loneliness.

In summer you were here with me,
where we now the first chilliness of winter see.

Where humanity bare heavy in misery,
there is not much more I can ask my life to be

where longing lies heavy on my heart,
than to have you at my side and never again to be apart.
© Gert Strydom