Monthly Archives: April 2018

My Love

My Love

T’was your flowing hair
the colour of jet
t’was your smiling eyes
the colour of sea
t’was your perfect lips
the colour of blood
t’was your pure skin
the colour of alabaster
t’was you
that coloured the canvas
of my love.
T’was you.

© Gois

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Death

Death

Death is called the end of life
the corruption of flesh
many pondered this,
but no…
death is but the altered state of life everlasting
corruption of the flesh is true,
but the spirit…
an altered state of life
an altered universe
Life is life
don’t you see
life is truth
undiminished
and death..
the lie.

© Gois

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Time

Time

Time be a river
flowing from a beginning that is not
to an end that is not
flowing at constant speed
not to be interrupted
ageless…
both young
and old
softly…
bold…
Time be a river
without beginning
or end.

© Gois

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Die Laaste Groet

Die Laaste Groet.

Sewe-en-negentig jaar was jy vlees-en-bloed
toe is jy weg
sewe-en-sestig jaar was ek vlees van jou vlees
toe is jy weg
jou dowwe oë met ons laaste groet
het my nie meer herken
jou eersgeborene
jou vlees en bloed
nou is jy weg
sonder herinnering van ons laaste groet.

© Gois

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Then I Cried

Devastation

I heard the guns
and saw the smoke
I heard the guns
and saw the devastation
I heard the guns
and saw the blood
I heard the guns
and saw the bodies
I heard the guns
and saw the fear
I heard the guns
and saw the children
I heard the guns
and then I cried.

© Gois

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The Siren Song

The Siren Song.

Dost thou hear the song
the Siren song
of love not to be
o’er the dale and glen it flows.
She was a Scottish lass
and he a Welshman true,
but their love couldn’t be.
The laddy went lookin for his lassie
and found her not
on the shore o’the Loch
he heard the song
the Siren took he soft
laid him in his lovers pale cold arms.

Beware o lovers lost
the Siren song on here Loch.

© Gois

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Queen of Night

Dear Moon

As queen of the night
in the sky you ascend
to fulfil your duties
as light-bringer in the dark.
Your cycles are measured
from the full moon
to the full moon
Oh so bright.
Stages of
dark
quarter
and half
to full bright.
Our beautiful Queen of the Night.

© Gois

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