Chris van der Westhuizen

Swaar huil Natuur
in onweer van blou.
Drup, drup, drup -
my verlange na jou.

Soos ’n mot om ’n kers
wil ek nader aan jou,
maar donker is die afstand -
ek is baie ver van jou.

Uit die oog, uit die hart;
ek’s geheel en al verward.
Soveel storms wurg my blou,
maar nog steeds bly ek getrou.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3de Jaar)

Faithful

Nature cry in stormy hue,
Thunder steeped in deepest blue.
Drip, drip, drip - 
My soul still aches for you.

Like moth drawn close to candlelight,
I long to be within your sight.
But shadows stretch between our days,
And I’m so far away.

Out of sight, and out of reach,
My heart feels tangled, lost in speech.
Though tempests tear my world in two - 
Still I remain… true to you.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3rd Year - Translated from Afrikaans)