When We Walk Hand In Hand Through The Streets (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Ingrid Jonker)

Throughout the day there is beautiful things that we do find,
where you take everything pampering in your hands
and through your hair blows the hot summer-breeze
when you want to plant the treasures in the loam of your heart.
When we walk hand in hand through the streets
we notice flowers that leaves us speechless,
the small little house of our heart is open to each other,
it begs that the two of us must enter it.
When so suddenly the sun sets before the darkness,
do gleam bloody red at the end of the day,
it's deep in my heart that you plank it down
where you do hide against the things of the night,
we are renewed in the universe of the body,
our names are written in each other's hearts.

[Reference:"Op die voetpad"(On the footpath)by Ingrid Jonker.]

© Gert Strydom