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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 april 2013

Without pain

We want to love and exist without pain
and dwell without fear
in everything that is dear
and the things that could be love
and in this way we really learn
to heal each other
that love is unique, different from everything else
and we do find depth in our commitments.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013

The early spring [2]

Its early spring and I hear the sun-beetles telling about summer
there are frogs croaking, crickets that shrill continually outside
and golden yellow the moon rises and changes everything to a magic land
but the still the chill of winter does torture me when it comes.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013

Very young the summer sun rises

Very young the summer sun rises,
changes the air from grey to blue
when flaming it licks over the horizon
and vivaciousness and hope waits in the new day
as if change will be coming just now
before it appears radiating at noon
and so we walked hand in hand
right through the whole day,
knew the glory of selfless love
as if it’s the first day of a new beginning.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013

Flaunting like a red spark

Flaunting like a red spark, that flames up suddenly
and draws a fiery line
a red weaver hangs where it frolics twittering,
stretching out its wings
before once again it falls to the earth
and out of its mouth
it sings a song of glory unto God
which rises right through the noise of the city.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013

I wonder if you know how much I do long for you

I wonder if you know how much I do long for you
when the days and nights feel as if a dark cloud is hanging over us,
when winter becomes far too long and continually do linger,
when far too slowly life is taking its course.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013

Last night when our hands touched

Last night when our hands touched,
when your eyes were sparkling brown,
and I was far past in love with you,
was drunk from love
when we had forgotten every other thing
and I was young
like a child that sometimes fall in love
and you uncovered your soul far past nakedness.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013

I saw some bright blue stars the other night (sonnet)

I saw some bright blue stars the other night
they were twinkling as your eyes,
they had a secret kind of fragile light
and it was as if all of our goodbyes,
 
the loneliness and pain that they brought
was just the expression of our love,
a thing that through life we did sought
and then I knew that nothing can remove
 
the feelings, bliss and joy that we had found
that with the essence of a supreme will
we were with our relationship on solid ground
and even when the leaving seems ill
 
we still have got to do as we must
and an essential part of love is trust.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 april 2013

You sit under a hot eiderdown on the couch

You sit under a hot eiderdown on the couch
while we look at each other for long moments,
time hooks fast and stretches and lingers
and for your love I can only thank God continually


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 april 2013

I do not fear the blazing hot summer sun

I do not fear the blazing hot summer sun
nor the icy snow or frost when winter comes
nor the thunderbolts that in a storm bash down
or harsh winds that at times do gush and moan
 
but are afraid at times of loosing you
while destiny and my life continually rushes on,
are afraid that at a time in death you may be gone
and yet the feelings between us remain constantly true.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 april 2013

What you make of your life

What you make of your life
however events do touch you
you do still come through the throng
to places that your heart long to go
 
but still after loss
only a frustrating wish remains
when destiny falls with fatality
and we do remain fragile and brittle,
 
as beings that sometimes do search and find
and at other times we are only blinded.


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