Midnight fell without you here,
like rain that never touched the ground,
silence tightened its frontier
where ticking clocks made no sound.
Shadows slipped across the wall,
strangers to my quiet ache,
and the wind, so cold and small,
whispered truths it dared not fake.
......
They flee from me.
They change course
to avoid my pull.
Even light itself
recoils
at the edge of me.
Still—
everything falls.
Eventually.
And I open wide.
......
I am a ronin of love
With no master to serve
A woman to cherish
Care for and look after
Whom I can call my own
Floating away with false abandon
Through the sea spray of chaos that is the world
All I can do is meander
Get into mischief and
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She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
......
In spiegels zonder glas
dwaalt de mens zijn eigen echo,
gangenn draaien eindeloos
zonder begin,zonder einde.
De muren fluisteren namen
die allang vergeten zijn,
voetstappen verdwijnen
als adem in de kou.
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Midnight fell without you here,
like rain that never touched the ground,
silence tightened its frontier
where ticking clocks made no sound.
Shadows slipped across the wall,
strangers to my quiet ache,
and the wind, so cold and small,
whispered truths it dared not fake.
......
Middernacht viel
als een deur die zacht dichtvalt
in een huis waar niemand meer spreekt.
De stilte zat op de rand van het bed,
zwaargewichtig en wakker.
Ik keek maar het plafond
alsof daar nog iets van jou hing,
een adem,
......
The sky forgets
how to be anything but gray.
It leans against the glass,
dull and unspeaking,
like someone
who has run out of questions.
A tree stands still,
barely moved by the wind
that doesn't care to arrive.
......
They flee from me.
They change course
to avoid my pull.
Even light itself
recoils
at the edge of me.
Still—
everything falls.
Eventually.
And I open wide.
......