My Lorelei

At times she sings for herself
and sometimes I hear her
talking to the animals
and at times there’s happiness
which bubbles out by itself.

She loves water
and if it’s a hot day,
she wants to swim
and it’s as if it takes her
to a place of healing.

I see her bathe with candlelight
and her wet body glitters,
while she’s locked to a world of her own

To me she’s beautiful
when she lies on my chest
and look at me with big eyes
and I burn her image into my soul.

She is my rock to which I anchor
en when life’s storms come;
it’s her safe waters
that protects my humanity.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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