zondag 5 juli 2015

Werewolf




I am crying the moon in the air
and feeds the wolf in me
with blood and tears

in me awakes the night

while the owl is screeching
in my head
and his all seeing eye
is looking my worries
outside

It is the wind that is my skin
and the earth my bed
I smell my fear
in the deep of the gray

but my dream
is more realistic
then all the colors
of the morning
that is coming for sure.


© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

17/10/2014

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