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

30/04/2015