Gert Strydom
Dialogue
(after N.P. van Wyk Louw)
In a moment my humanity
wants to come to you
and now so suddenly,
let out and tell real things
which make other people numb
and does astonish them
and talk about painful never told things,
have a conversation about the matters
that lies deep in the heart,
speak about things that we might want different,
about things that other people would rather avoid
but when the moon outside rises snow-white,
when the doves at sunset still do coo,
when the smell of flowering jasmine is on the air,
then for moments I do feel stupid
while frequently you gazing loving at me.
[Reference: “Grense” (borders) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
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