The magpie

The music was weighing heavily on our shoulders,
the vibration brought most of us to tears,
so strongly were the cellos playing in mineur,
that no one thought of the deceased by now.

The dusty sunlight hardly made it any better,
but then a magpie entered the wide open doors
and flew around over our heads a while.
So light his flight was, such a glider.

He carried all our sadness to fly out again
leaving us smiling through the ceremony,
while he was screaming proudly from the roof top
as his task with us was done.

Wellness

Outside our world of bed and softness
another world exists that we don’t care for now,
for now we’re good and have the curtains closed,
we wish for shutters to keep out the sound
of traffic too. The papers probably
are full of war’s destruction. We think
we have to solve it in our minds, but don’t know
how. For now we seem to be quite safe, just
you and me, and silence hiding in the corner.
Already something’s falling on the mat downstairs,
but we ignore. Soon phones will ring.
Let’s close our eyes, pretend that all is well.
A magpie laughs above our heads, and probably is shitting.

Powerless

No power can prevent our affection,
coming across it unexpectedly,
assuming first that kindness finds rejection:
sometimes love happens, accidentally.

Unexpected I saw kindness in your eyes,
a wordless sign of powers not assumed,
a hint, a gesture, a beautiful surprise
was there, more love than I could have presumed.

I didn’t try to find love nor prevent it,
it came along my way when I found you,
there is no reason why I want to end it,
it feels amazing, wonderful and true.

No power could prevent us finding this,
by accident, by fault or by amiss.

Dreaming

A breeze of salty air touches your sleeping face
but you don’t wake up to this gentle, friendly morning.
The Sunray almost found its way to where your eyes
are resting, but the warmth will not open them.
Only when the dream has come to an end
you shall return to the world of the day
and can we make love one time over.

😉

Goodbye in sunshine

In steam and mist a goodbye seems forever,
more so than when it’s taking place in rain
and I could not believe that you were gone
when Sun was shining on your funeral.

Such brightness that day had, we all walked
smiling to your grave, you would have loved
to be among us; for a moment I was sure you were.
In steam and mist it would have been forever.

When Sun was shining on your funeral,
you went, the coffin white with roses.
More so than when it’s taking place in rain
a goodbye in such light does not mean forever.

Navy blue

’t Was such a day I wanted to wear navy blue,
with maybe a white handbag to go with it, a lady
appropriate in freshness I would be,
a person whom one likes to see walking down the street,
a lady, not only a woman,
a person who can show herself all times,
in navy blue and white.
Yes, that is what I wanted suddenly.

Het was zo’n dag dat ik marineblauw wou dragen,
met een wit tasje nog erbij misschien, een dame
met gepaste frisheid zou ik wezen,
zo iemand die je graag ziet lopen in de straat,
een dame, niet gewoon maar vrouw,
zo iemand die zich overal kan tonen,
in marineblauw en wit.
Ja, dat is wat ik zomaar wou.

Place

We live in our imagination you and I,
a good world where no boundaries are.
Paint me your colours, I emerge as river
under skies of orange, apricot and mauve.

You are the purple fish
that swims against the stream.
I lift my arms and feel the lavender around me
where red has taken over clouds.

Now you are breeze and I am soil and earth.
We live here, in this landscape,
this is ours, our hide away
in a corner of our mind. My love.

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Undertow

The sea in front of me
is the tear mountain’s top
which I started climbing years ago,
sometimes finding my path
in a parallel of the horizon,
sometimes lifted on a wave, or
getting ship wrecked in a storm,
and when I am in calmer water,
always reminded of what it is
that keeps me floating, and
of what it is that lies beneath
in cold and darkness. The undertow.

Destination

More to come, though it has been too much already.
The organza curtains slide against your skin.
New is the feeling of this day that just began
and you will win, yes you will win today,
your quiet battle no one knows about.
The photo of the grandson wobbles in the draught.
You only know he has a girlfriend now across the globe.

Across the street another silent fight is fought,
who would have thought her painful night
is similar to yours. But more to come,
of course there’s more, the day has only
started now. The scent of lavender and roses.
“Today they’re going on a holiday!” she says
excited of the thought, but you can’t hear.

Once you had families. Her husband died and you
had children. Now you live alone and so does she.
Your eyes meet hers, only the street
between you two. The weather’s fine
A quiet day, or so you hope, but soon
you’ll have so much to cope, the two of you.
A plane sets off for Asia.