In the night with you

Last night I saw the full moon
hang yellow-gold through the window,
above your shoulder over the bed.

Your big eyes
mirrored the starry lights from outside
and your beautiful face,
looked soft and full of rest
and peaceful.

The smell of jasmine
from the garden
glided into the room
and while I laid and looked at you,
I knew that I am really living.

Somewhere from one of the trees
a bird called to its mate
and in the night
and for hours,
I laid and waited
for the red morning light to arrive
and for you to awake.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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