Gert Strydom

At night the mind plays its tricks

At night the mind plays its tricks
reliving situations from days gone bye
as soon as there’s darkness in the sky
and sleep heavies the eyes
dreams bring out their gimmicks
of loves lost and wars past
 
but I would rather dream
of only you
of the sky blue
and how lovely it is
to be true
and trying to make it last.

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