From High Up On Chapman's Peak Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Minette)

From high up on Chapman's Peak I see the ocean
to where it disappears in the distance against the blue sky
where shining it stretches out almost endless,
with the white sun burning brightly above us
I hear your joyful laughter
and have the idea that maybe you will kiss me
in the nights that are without number,
that falls adoring on us both
where like mere children we make secret plans
while big-eyed you are watching me carefully,
I do remember Hangklip where the shadow
stretched out long from both of us,
and we entered the shade with a few steps
but you are now far away from remembering.

© Gert Strydom