Diary Journal 2 (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Tonight it's the missing-you-moments that I remember,
where the glare of your eyes and your laughter climb into my heart
and the round sun does set bloody red over the distant horizon
when I trust our lives and future to God,
outside a church-bell rings in the distance and I think of you,
on the street someone passes and it almost looks like a spectre
and above me the night is full of stars that gleam blue-white,
when for moments our love is in my mind
where I remember how easy and jolly your company is,
how many of our thoughts and ways are similar,
how wonderful it is when you sit next to me,
where I can read phrases with a mere glance from your eyes
but tonight I miss you severely and intensely
and in my life you are somewhere between the white and black.

© Gert Strydom