When Love Feels Brittle Poem by Gert Strydom

I

At times love feels so brittle
as if a rush of wind
can break the beautiful thing
that binds us to each other
as if the night is rushing on
and the last light of love is fading
slowly away and dying a vacant death.

At times the way life goes
smashes us apart with unplanned,
unexpected and unmeant hurt,
but it only shows how precious
life really is and how short it can be
and that we must make the most
of every moment that we get.

II

If feelings are so true,
as between you and me
time has no real impact
and words unsaid
and deeds not done
do not really matter.

Behind your golden eyes
deeper meaning lurks
and the knowledge
that we are meant
to help each other,
to understand even when
meaning disappears
and to love and to stay true.


III

l’Envoi

At times I see tears in your eyes,
hear the pain in your sighs,
see you roll and twist all night
and I wish to command the power
to make things undone
and to turn time around
but just being near,
to comprehend your pain and fear,
to hear the tremble in your voice,
to hold you against my chest,
to cry, plan and laugh together
is far greater than the rest
and I am truly blessed
that destiny has brought you to me.