zondag 10 mei 2015

The Wind

…Free as a bird,
the wind splits the air,
escaping in a rapid way
the arms of the trees,
laughing he shrieks
on the garret of the attic.

His chilly breath
writes with wings
warm words
evaporating away
in the haze.

Frolic it plays through the branches
as a young dog and jumps
after the fallen leaves.

it waits sometimes on a breeze
that will free him
out of the lee of his cage…

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

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

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


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