Cry

(after N.P. van Wyk Louw)
 
Into loneliness
caught between the silences
of four walls
I did hang your paintings.
For a while I was captured
in our past,
but do now realise
that no light shines upon my hope
and do throw the hope, longing,
pain and even the heartache
into the darkness of the night
so that only the moon
and stars are witnesses
of that which at a time had been between us.
 
 
[Reference: “Skreeu” (Shout) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]