Poetry

When the lightning bolts of life
with blue-white sparks does flashing resound around me
then you are the silence that goes to my inner core
 
and when the winter does stretch out biting fingers
then you are the one who around a fireplace
do share moments in passion
 
and every morning you are the golden rays of the sun
that brings new meaning
to the darkness of my life,
 
who like the Cape’s winter rain
do soak to the depths of my soul
 
and in my pain
you are however the one
who is the centre point of it,
who knows where to lash out
the most terrible blows.