A Conversation With Minette Poem by Gert Strydom

My dear, destiny has separated us
and my life goes on without meaning
and you are at another place, far away from me.

I am seasons and a lifetime gone from you,
but still forever bonded to you
and although I am another person, you are still stay part of me

and in the evenings you are near
when I lift my eyes to the stars.
My dear, destiny has separated us

and only in my dreams my life seems real
when you are like a flower with me,
and I am not blinded by the day’s bright rays,

while I find new meaning,
I feel you material as a human being, when you stand next to me
and you are at another place, far away from me

at a place of which I do not know the extent
caught in the clutches of death
when you are like a flower with me

and sometimes I wish that you would stay with me
that you do not disappear with the morning light.
My dear, destiny has separated us

as if human life always hangs in the balance,
as if man is forever extradited to a Godly decision
caught in the clutches of death,

we life on, immoral or sincere
until death devours us
and although I am another person, you are still stay part of me

I am not able to loose your spirit, your humanity
but still feel your love reaching out too me.
As if man is forever extradited to a Godly decision

life passes much too quickly
even when you bring your hands together in prayer.
My dear, destiny has separated us
and you are at another place, far away from me,

but it’s still as if your bright blue eyes look at me.
Now I am seasons and a lifetime gone from you,
but still feel your love reaching out to me
and although I am another person, you still stay part of me.