(after Matthew Arnold) <br /> <br />Tonight over the sea there are small lights, <br />Cape Town against Table Mountain lying bright <br />where it is flat against the evening sky <br />and in the distance a liner passes by <br />while the surging spray breaks over False Bay, <br />forevermore on Africa waves toss and play. <br /> <br />The stream of life did into the sea go <br />with joy, grace and hope in its ebb and flow <br />but debris, broken pieces are washed ashore <br />with pollution caught in the breaking roar <br />while the surging spray breaks over False Bay, <br />forevermore on Africa waves toss and play. <br /> <br />Stars sparkle and the light wind furls through your hair <br />while on the beach we are the only pair <br />and you swear to be true eternally, <br />a bright beacon in the darkness we see <br />while the surging spray breaks over False Bay, <br />forevermore on Africa waves toss and play. <br /> <br />[Reference: “Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-bay-collins-sestet/
