My Dark-Head Princess Poem by Gert Strydom

My dark-head princess in Lowenstein,
tonight it's the same moon that shines above us,
from the storeys of your palace
you can see the horizon disappearing behind the sea.

High above old Table Mountain the clouds are whiter,
the thousands of lights of Cape Town glitter,
everything looks tonight like a beautiful fairy-tale
and I wish your heart was mine.

When in this darkness I long for you,
while the Southern Cross hang above us both,
a dove coos through the night inconsolably,
there is something meaningful in the song of that bird.