Keurbosfontein

Jy met jou naakte vel en trotse hart
Jy hou my styf op die oop palm van jou hand
en dra my hoog op die skouers van jou droe lyf

Niks kom hier naby jou nie
Nie eers die twyfel van die stadsjaap
of die gelag van die bobbejane op jou voorstoep nie

Hou my vas, Keurbosfontein
Hou my in jou maag sodat ek die aarde kan hoor draai
laat ek reen op jou gesig sodat ek nooit mag vergeet nie

Love

love does not have a face
i have looked around me
i have looked inside me
love does not have a face

love does not have a name
i have called from the mountains
i have called from my silence
love does not have a name

love does not have a master
i have tried to hold it
i have tried to steer it
love does not have a master

love only smiles when you don't look
love only comes when you don't call
love only grows when you let it go

love is