You Sleep Poem by Gert Strydom

Your eyes were bright when I looked at you,
in the moonlight you looked like a goddess,
your lips were hot and soft on mine
and lingering that moment passed.

Where cosily warm I lie against you,
innocence is caught in the remembering,
I can hear every breath and heartbeat,
it's if the mere moment do remain.

You sleep and there are trees knocking on the roof,
wildly the wind blows leaves up against the window,
while a full-moon climbs silver-white against the night,
the scene of the big everything and stars lets me pause.

May you love me today, tomorrow and forever
and when the new day comes.
© Gert Strydom