Chapman's Peak Drive Poem by Gert Strydom

I did have a dream of our honeymoon:
Chapman's peak drive twisted
up the hills
along that sapphire blue sea
with the sky a much lither hue
and you and I
drove past that mountain peak

stopped at a viewing point
and the sea breeze ruffled through
you long blonde hair
almost blowing your straw hat
right over the edge
while we had a picnic
and the white-hot sun
watched us like a lonely eye.

Down below the cliff
waves pounded as they still do
with a thundering splash
but distance broke the sound
and nobody else was around
when I kissed you
and your eyes glittered
with different colours like opal
or the rainbow that one gets
from a mother-of -pearl shell
before they became golden again
and I was sure of your love
when screeching gulls
broke the spell
trying to rob
whatever was left on our plates.