Purple wildflowers
in the stained moments of day
Windswept disarray!
Fuchsia passion spreads for miles
Fetching jays and sunshine smiles.
Deepest darkest reds
crimson guest in the roses
of the same rich hue.
Flowers and plumed cardinal
interact through scents and song.
Vivid green summer
showers gold on scarlet lane-
forever moments!
Bush concert at my window
......
Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.
Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in varicolored versions
......
Lines etch on my face,
seasons pass in quiet steps,
memories like leaves
gather in the heart's still room,
some I keep,and some I lose.
Words rise to my lips,
sharp as wind on winter nights,
but I hold them back,
count to ten and breathe again,
some storms are not worth the rain.
Your hand brushed my skin,
beauty bloomed in that silence,
like breath before speech.
In your eyes,I saw the world
pausing just to look at me.
Words rise to my lips,
sharp as wind on winter nights,
but I hold them back,
count to ten and breathe again,
some storms are not worth the rain.
Lines etch on my face,
seasons pass in quiet steps,
memories like leaves
gather in the heart's still room,
some I keep,and some I lose.
Elk klein gebaar groeit
tot een storm in mijn hoofd
woorden als donder
ik zeg"altijd" en"nooit meer"
alsof alles breekt vandaag.
Between our voices
a silence shaped like winter
soft,immeasurable
you are still close in my mind
yet galaxies pull us wide.