Without you [2]

In my thoughts we sit on the porch
of the big old house
in fifth avenue
and we watch the sun setting,
with colours that no painter can reflect
and the smell of the flowering jacarandas
is heavy and sweet in the air,

we drink sweet wine, from a bottle St. Anna
and your smile and the short happiness
I cannot catch here

but now there are tears that hang heavy
on my eyelids
and I am afraid of every new morning,
as without you my life is shattered,

without you
my life is like a cup full of holes
from which the water of life, flows continually,
as if I am caught in a world
where my destiny is already set

and this is just a helpless daydream
which is disillusioned
in the brightness
of every new tomorrow
and the reality of life.

[Reference: Sonder jou (“Without you”) (a song) of Mandi Engelbrecth.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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