donderdag 30 april 2015

Silent current

Just like the water polishes a cobble after cobble
and the sharpness with the stream is falling away,
all these little things get smaller all the time of the day
travelling with the silent current as they wobble

in my mind and the image I keep is fading in a haze
just like a very old ink written on an ancient parchment
it disentangles as a beloved but threadbare garment
it resembles to the feeling and the look upon my face

will I then forget how you look and who you are
or will I miss you every morning less and less
on a certain moment finding your presence even bizarre
will I have so many doubts that I simply only can guess
the name I gave you when I caress, it flies and is too far,
for me I hope to be wrong, this way is not at all a bless.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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