My Apocryphal Song Of Songs Poem by Gert Strydom

Song of Songs: Chapter one

When my darling is still slumbering
the blanket drawn up to her chin,
lying peaceful
I am without words

when the day brake red across the mountain’s comb
she is still stretched out
while the sun lovingly
stirs its first fingers

and when she moves
her big golden bracelet shines
pearls around her neck glitter
like the dewdrops

outside on the grass and trees,
like the golden colour of the sun
that now hangs high above the horizon
and I can catch the first white gleaming

of her smile
the morning wind swirls
singing over the glory
that she brings to my life

her eyes glitters brighter than the heaven
with their own rays and meaning
that is caught in her glance,
she looks lovely and fresh

and I know that God is blessing me
with her presence,
where He binds us together
in moments of time.

Song of Songs: Chapter two

I want to feel the rays of sun in your eyes
being lost over my body,
bending over your body
I want to take the core out of your soul,

I want to feel the pulse beat of your heart
in your naked breast,
through the pleasure and pain of this life
I want to long day after day for you

and abate all my passion, all my joy in you,
carrying you along through the times of my life,
catching moments in the glory of bliss,
making you to my most honourable aspiration

and tonight I want to come to you,
to make you mine.


Song of Songs: Chapter three

When I saw you
words curled up in my mouth,
my voice suddenly became hoarse

and I were wondering how your smile looks
while you were looking in my direction
and suddenly my thoughts were blunted off

when I saw passion in your eyes,
in my thoughts I had undressed you already,
removing your garments one by one,

but when your lips were burning beneath mine,
our conversation had dried up altogether
and we melted into each other: eye into eye.


Song of Songs: Chapter four

Your first kisses caught me,
with your bright eyes
later your lips were against my cheek
after which you and I

wanted more intimacy
with intensity hanging in every moment,
the sound of your voice was like the singing of birds
and closer contact we could not avoid

we french kissed
like mature people do
this kind of thing
with joy and scouting
and your eyes were full of intense wishes
with moments of passion and tenderness.


Song of Songs: Chapter five

When I stood below your window,
the light in you room went on suddenly
but it was no love-song,
but poems that I was presenting to you

of my love that I held out to you,
like a bush of red roses
and I believed

that you could hear them
right through your sleep.


Song of Songs: Chapter six

Early in the morning, when the fog was concealing the world,
your breath was caught against my cheek,
when the sun’s first rays were teasing with long fingers.
Early in the morning when the fog was concealing the world,
your breath was like the wind over mountains and valleys
while mist hanged like the breath of the world in the basins,
early in the morning when the fog was concealing the world,
when the sun’s first rays were teasing with long fingers.



Song of Songs: Chapter seven

Early morning with the call of guinea fowl in the field
the morning is already preparing,
the rays of the sun break through the nightly cloak,
the sun breaks through the nightly wall

with the day spreading to everywhere
like the gleaming of your eyes she smiles broadly.
Early morning with the call of guinea fowl in the field
the morning is already preparing,

and between you and me there’s an invisible band
that binds the essence of love with an oath,
you are with me through all happiness and sorrow,
I feel you nearness, even you small soft hand
early morning, with the call of guinea fowl in the field.


Song of Songs: Chapter eight

To sing of your beauty, I want to catch nature,
causing the sun’s rays to splash brightly on your cheek,
with my feelings at times caught in a labyrinth
we are bonded in the dark night to each other
with kisses hanging over our entire bodies.

Your eyes are bluer than the sky, your hair threaded out by the wind
and when you sleep I am already longing,
but in the mornings I too blinded by your smile
to sing of your beauty.

Sometimes you twist beneath me like a pretty snake,
the knowledge that we are mortal scares me,
I see the autumn tinted into your hair,
while you smile in a noble and innocent way like a child,
I try to catch that which is between us in words
to sing of your beauty.


Song of Songs: Chapter nine

In the pool of the fountain
the sky reflects cobalt blue
and shadows fall over the inner court

and there is images sprouting whirling in my mind
of me and of you
in the pool of the fountain

and you are like an angel surrounded by sunshine
where we cling to each other dripping wet
and shadows fall over the inner court

and even the wind blows with a song, a refrain
and there are pure white lilies that I look at
in the pool of the fountain

and the time spent with you is noble and pure
while we try to stretch moments to preserve them
and shadows fall over the inner court

drawing the two of us, line fall upon line
the sky reflects cobalt blue
in the pool of the fountain
and shadows fall over the inner court


Song of Songs: Chapter ten

With your lovely face
and bright blue eyes
you can at any time disrupt my life,

a single word causes me to believe in your love,
your soft lips, the blush on your cheek
and bright blue eyes

holds me captured,
the sound of your voice,
your soft lips, the blush on your cheek

clenches around my heart,
with your soft hand folding around mine,
the sound of your voice

is that of a beautiful woman
and with knowledge of how perfect you are to me
with your soft hand folding around mine,

you surprise me time and again.
With your lovely face
and with knowledge of how perfect you are to me
you can at any time disrupt my life.