Where You Do Look At The World Poem by Gert Strydom

Where you do look at the world
from a different perspective at your home,
the distance is far too great for me to come close
and I try to put my thoughts to words,
here from my silent existence,

with your breath that softly like that of a child
do come snugly out of the blanket
and I do find faith in Him from whom all things do come.
Where you do lay with your breasts that do flower,
I will be outside like the blind wind

that blows from far and here in the chilliness long
while a sickle-moon does hang in the sky,
when the stars above my head do glisten and look at me,
as the only witnesses of my love for you
and silent I will turn into myself without any other urge.