Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At Times It Feels As If All Beacons Are Gone


Every night
the same stars shine above us
and the night brings darkness
that does separate

and at times it feels as if all beacons are gone
but on every new morning
we do again see the light of the sun
and it turns that which is between us
to days of hope
when together we walk life’s road of love.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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