When you sleep

When you sleep
with your head on my chest,
I do not know
why the gods chose me
to be such a lucky man.

Sometime somewhere destiny
prepared you for me
and at times,
I wish that I could have
met you much sooner.

When you smile in your sleep,
I ponder on what you dream
and at times it is as if
we have been together,
in another life and time and place.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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