Sometimes when the evening’s first twilight <br />folds over me and the air changes from blue <br />to grey, I think of you <br />while the day so suddenly becomes night <br />as if you can walk in here at any moment <br /> <br />and it’s like another night <br />where we were together <br />and watched the sunset <br />on the porch <br />while we celebrated dinner <br />and I wonder if that hour <br />also wakes up thoughts with you <br />which you remember like I do?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/also-wake-up-thoughts-with-you/
