I woke up before the dawn to welcome the day
After a night ofr snow and howling wind
As the fear quaked inside me underneath the comforter
I rose to see nothing but the stars still twinkling
And when the sunrise, the anxiety slipped away
The cold touched my face and slapped me once more from sleep
And I needed another coffee to open my eyes
But I started to think about you
Though, I knew it would be over in a year's time
I loved you for real
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Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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i wanted to write about you
lovely cherry
you didn't ask to be born too
but you are glad you do
i wanted to write about you
cuz you are not like anyone i knew
you didn't say anything you want to be
you just ARE everything you want to be
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In the quiet corners of my mind,
Your laughter lingers, a ghost entwined.
Once a fire, now just a spark,
Your absence haunts in the dark.
With every laugh and every tear,
Memories linger, sweet but clear.
I reach for you, but find the air,
A hollow space, an empty chair.
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An island sunset, when mango moon is calling,
Lush palm fronds sway, when the day is stalling.
Ivory tailed comet, comes but once in a lifetime,
Sitting in tropical sunset, at just the right time.
Gemmed hummingbird sparkle. Destiny dreams.
Pink sun is roving. Glossy crows' feathers gleam.
What was left behind, is often recalled to mind;
Yet, plum fate isn't unkind, as love again you find.
Je naam blijft hangen in stilte,
waar woorden niet meer reiken.
De dagen gaan,
maar jij blijft liggen
tussen wat was en nooit meer wordt.
Geen einde,geen begin,
alleen het gemis
dat zacht ademt in de schaduw.
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The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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De dagen glijden stil voorbij,
als schimmen in een vale rij.
De tijd die alle wonden heelt,
heeft nog niet wat jij was,gestreeld.
Juist als ik jou begin te vergeten,
denk ik aan jou--
een geur,een blik,een oude schouw.
Een lied waait langs,een zachte toon,
en plots ben jij weer niet meer gewoon.
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