My Bus Is Full Of People That Do Seem Dead (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

My bus is full of people that do seem dead
and almost everyone is tired and exhausted
while a man and boy stands in the isle between the benches
and the Brakpan bus is on its way to Springs.
Where you smile at me you do draw all the attention,
your hand is soft in mine and you are charming,
your eyes are big and intense and sincere,
your nose is somewhat impudent
where I am regarding you,
godless seem the people and the city
and for eons I can look at you like this
when you say that it's time to get off and take me on the arm.
You are pretty, independent and impulsive
and I know that I do truly love you.

© Gert Strydom