Even Though It’s Dark Around Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Dearly beloved, I send you the sun
as a messenger
to pass my love
and nothing else I can really ask:

and when it raises red,
know of my love
as if it starts every day knew

and when it throws
golden rays over you
and sit white-hot in the sky,

know that you are in my thoughts
right through the day
as if you are part of me

and when it goes down at dusk,
know that I am still
loving you
even though it’s dark around me.