zondag 14 juni 2015

Higher

















Just on it, not farther
lost between just before
and hereafter lays the beginning
of my hidden world

a frontier that I write with a phrase
the line of words that I draw
a cloud of dreams
is populated by my pen

and just there about
the story begins to colour
in rainbows and birds of paradise
the singing of a lark

higher, higher

flows the river
my feelings are drifting away
with the white of my paper.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

08/10/2014

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