You Drew Away (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

You said a last final goodbye to me,
your soft moist lips I now do remember,
it was a summer in a December,
I knew that different my life would be,

you drew away and looked so lovely,
your eyes were with a golden sheen like ember,
that picture comes back now in November:
as if again like then I do you see.

It had been our most bitter kiss after bliss,
I had lost you never to be mine again;
it feels as if time had been an eternity,
through many troubling months I did you miss,
my thoughts brought you to kiss without this pain,
I smell your perfume as if you are with me.

[Reference: 'Bound for your distant home' by Alexander Sergeyevich Pus


Poet's note: I am quoting his lovely poem here:


'Bound for a distant home' by Alexander Sergeyevich Pus

'Bound for your distant home
you were leaving alien lands.
In an hour as sad as I've known
I wept over your hands.
My hands were numb and cold,
still trying to restrain
you, whom my hurt told
never to end this pain.'

'But you snatched your lips away
from our bitterest kiss.
You invoked another place
than the dismal exile of this.
You said, "When we meet again,
in the shadow of olive-trees,
we shall kiss, in a love without pain,
under cloudless infinities.""

'But there, alas, where the sky
shines with blue radiance,
where olive-tree shadows lie
on the waters glittering dance,
your beauty, your suffering,
are lost in eternity.
But the sweet kiss of our meeting......'
'I wait for it: you owe it me....... ']
© Gert Strydom