The starlight shone through the window frame
The starlight shone through the window frame
while it broke here and there
through some clouds
and I heard you breathing against me
and every now and then your hand stroked
over my head as if you wanted to make sure
that I am all right or really there
and I heard you mumble in your sleep
and there was a golden full moon
when the clouds later opened
and much too early the alarm went off.
poem by Gert Strydom
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