Charl JF Cilliers
Three Kinds Of Solitude - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
The day was quiet, still bright
as we stood by the hut, at the door:
we had been following the light
down the path that led to the shore
where it seemed that his singing was drawing
the evening in from the sea,
that song I had once learned to sing
that was no longer singing in me.
Without thinking I reached for your hand
and went down on my knees on the sand:
only darkness knelt with me there,
for your heart was looking elsewhere.
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