You Walked Smiling Right Into My Sight (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the setting sun in the mellow twilight,
when the day its brilliance the sky denies,
you walked smiling right into my sight
with eyes in which your heart openly lies,

wordless did you your own feelings express
with love in your heart's pure dwelling-place,
while shadows moved with the light being less,
enchanting the beauty of your gleaming face,

the moon was creeping into the sky from below
and you seemed so sweet and very innocent,
around us red did the rays of the sun glow,
yet you were dressed in fashion very eloquent,

in the moment it seemed that anything possible be,
while the birds, the wind and we were totally free.

© Gert Strydom