(for Annelize)
Slowly my days turn around and around
as the new mornings do come,
shuffling my poems do go to you
as without them I am wordless and dumbstruck
where with begging hands I wait upon you
for your sunny eyes and summer laughter,
I notice the lights of thousands of stars
burning brightly at night
decades do go to waste,
sometimes I see stars jump and shooting past
while I do write you back into my days
to know you in my happiness and sorrow
as love is a strange kind of thing
that let my heart sing to you.
© Gert Strydom
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