On some rainy and gloomy autumn day,
A constant beeping of heart monitors,
Murmurs echoing through halls,
The odors of cleaning alcohol and decay,
Old and decrepit, still here, I lay

Peering through the shutter, opened wide,
At the rain knocking down shriveled-up leaves,
At various little plants that have lost their color and died,
In memories I dwell, to distract me of what comes closer,
I sigh,

It’s funny how these leaves have remembered the color of your eyes,
And the wind, your sweet embrace,
It’s funny that it’s been 50 years,
That I haven’t seen your face,

I wonder If you still remember me,
Or the laughs we used to share,
Or how you changed me as a person,
To again believe in love and care,

If only I could go back in time,
To those winter nights, in the cold,
I’d put it all on the line,
And send you “ily’s” through the phone,

Or more snarky pick-up lines,
In which my *******-ness would show,
Or more pictures that I had snapped that day,
I should’ve written you more poems,

Never again, in my travels, did I meet someone,
That had her humor or beauty,
Or her wit or her charms,
Or her sensitive, kind soul, you’d want to protect from all harm,

Now I lay here, yet I smile,
Because in memories of you,
I’m naught but beguiled,

And I know I am being called from above,
But I still pay it little to no mind,
As I’m still stuck on cloud number 9,
Because of she who still believes in love.

As jy weer in jou dagboek skryf
Onthou
Dat daar rede genoeg is
Om te bly vashou

Die goue blaar in die somerson,
En die blou moederkappies
Hulle wag nog steeds vir jou

Teen tafelberg
Waar onskuldige bloed nog steeds
Vermeng is met die sout see water

Daai water wat ons voorouers gedra het naar hierdie land van prag en praal
Het jou bevry en weggedra naar n plek ver hier vandaan

Ook al is ek en jy deur afstand en tyd geskei
Hou ek daai oop bladsy
Van jou treurigheid
Langs my sy

the sunset over the atlantic
is truly a sight to see
the vast and level water
and the weak yet present breeze

the slowly sinking sun
like a steadily drowning ember
marked the end of the chapter
of a day i’d rather not remember

was it his physique or his hair
or his words or his touch
was it worth ending our love
for as little as such

the happy couples passing by
they haven’t got a notion
at this beautiful cold beach
my tears became an ocean

my hearts as black as night
hallow and mistreated

and though i act alright
i feel as if i need it

your love, like a wildfire
filled me with endless desire
and died just as swiftly
after having burned right through me

but still these dark nights
harbor thousands of little lights

my hope reflected in the stars at dawn
but when i’m finally sober they’ll be gone

beauty is still to be found in the bent double tulip,
in the storm-torn remains of a once proudly standing flower,
its colors remain vivid and bright.

it takes both strength and perseverance to face the raging winds,
to stand tall, to not cower
under circumstances laden with plight.

and whilst we sometimes get knocked down,
and get hit with the heaviest of loads,
the tulip bulb remains in the ground,
and next spring, will be ready to grow.

i have spent too many lifetimes under the moon to fear the darkness of night

i have thought of you too much
to suddenly lose you out of sight

see, i have dreamt of you so much
that i lost touch with what is real

loved with the passion of a raging fire
that even the darkest nights can’t conceal


unfortunately the sun must rise
and we should do the same
for to live the dream of love and joy
is like fire in the rain