zaterdag 4 april 2015

Save me the pain

It takes so long, the expecting that I seek,
I don’t see it coming, not even soon,
it’s the wet kiss on my yearning cheek
tomorrow, the fall in the trees on the moon

the aching, the silver glimmer in the dew,
the man who’ll come out of the little child,
to look further than today, to see the withdrew
of the cold out of the ice, storming mild,

I’m tired of waiting till somebody tells,
knowledge before the knowing, I’ll be,
open the doors without a key, without magic spells,

make me drunk, yet even before drinking wine
whatever I say, whatever you see in me
save me the pain, just save me the time.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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