zondag 10 mei 2015


A crow is flying by
and caws the little edges off the day
in evening away.

Night is crawling black from tree to tree,
his limit is the shadow
his nest is down the grave.

A crow is flying by
and caws the rest of sleep
into so wide awake.

The dark is mirroring fear
in open and behind the sleepy eyes
until in the morning
with the first crowing
the ghosts are gone again.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Night is the third of three poems my brother Peter Lejaeghere has used to made the composition 'Horizon'
1. Overseas
2. Wind
3. Night

You can listen to it on my old website: (use internet explorer to surf to it)


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