This was the holiday that we had longed for
over a period of seven hard and beautiful years:
where we could linger or swim or walk at the sea,
could together be away from the pressures of life,
could appreciate each other as husband and wife,
you were radiant, carefree and very lovely
and life was blissful without any kind of fears
where we swam, dived, walked and wanted more.
Deeply through many seasons we did each other adore
did know laughter, happiness and also some tears
but this holiday changed how our life together would be
as if into a new better world we did both arrive,
moment after moment we were truly alive
where I did talk to you and you did talk to me,
as if somehow our relationship had changed gears
did become different from what it had been before.
The news was full of killings and all kinds of gore,
we locked that out and only lovely music came to our ears
and there had been no rite, ceremony or formulary,
or anything that you and I did together or separate contrive
yet to my knees as almost in worship you did me drive
where I became to worship your spirit and your body
as if sinful this blissful experience were in arrears
moments were holy as if life had just this in store.
© Gert Strydom
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