Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

When you did tell me


When you did tell me
that there is no bigger treasure
than our love,
that you see the light
of the stars in my eyes

that the sun rises for you
when I come home,
how our feelings
time after time astounds you

I wanted to believe you,
while we looked at the lights in the sky
as if a kind of bond was right there,
and it was something that no words could explain.

Space flight after space flight has come back,
at times blinded by bright stars
spacemen did bridge space
and could not find the beginning of our love

and its now clear
that some planets, stars-systems and other worlds are unknown
but you are my light in the darkness of this world.

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013
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