There is a kind of darkness where you hide <br />while my years are dragging past <br />and sometimes I wonder if a day will come <br />where you are again mine? <br /> <br />Sometimes it feels as if you are near in my thoughts <br />while I am waiting to hear your voice over the telephone <br />and I wonder if the sky where you are, <br />are just as blue, if the stars there also kiss the heaven <br /> <br />and in astonishment I want to stand <br />when your eyes catches mine, caught like a child <br />on the day when you are mine <br />but in reality I may be searching <br /> <br />for something like dust blowing in the wind, <br />something that I may never find?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-darkness-where-you-hide/
