(in answer to Daniel Hugo)
Next to me in your sleep you lie silently
before the clock do its wake-up call ring,
and when the red-glow does the morning bring
you do become a part of my memory.
It's as if God peels the sun to shine free,
as later it's an intense white kind of thing.
Next to me in your sleep you lie silently
before the clock do its wake-up call ring
where you are more than lovely to me,
while the birds do their songs of love sing
and then it feels as if our love is everlasting
as if nothing better in this life is meant to be,
next to me in your sleep you lie silently,
before the clock do its wake-up call ring…
[Reference: "Rondeel" (Rondel)by Daniel Hugo.]
© Gert Strydom
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