Sometimes [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes when you smile
life changes for a short while
and I am thrilled to be in your company
to see the world the way that you see it.

Sometimes when you sleep
little furrows creep
all across your face
and you are somewhere in a different place,
but still there’s a kind of amazing grace
in the comfort that your hand clings to mine
while maybe to you the TV is only a flashing line

and then there are sometimes moments that last
that lingers on and on or at times flies past,
when our lips do meet
and in a way you make me feel complete.