Maybe I Imagined This Afternoon (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

Maybe I saw the grandchildren play outside
as I glance you and they did seek and hide,

I did imagine this afternoon
and that trick of the mind was past too soon

but when I looked up into the bright blue
still on its place the sun did hang true,

as if it came with a message the wind did softly caress me
as by the smell of your perfume was near fleetingly

and when orange-red the sun did later set bit by bit
I heard Gwenevieve said that on His canvas God was pasting it.

I am captivated with our love and everything that it does bring,
also with the great painful unknown longing.