I met her once
maybe twice
somewhere far away
in a land of courage
and
fallen souls
she was
a mysterie to me
and somehow
she knew me
from a far away place
where she used to stay
of which
I couldn't recollect
its name
talking to me
taking care of me
in a pleasant way
nourishing my soul
taking away
my weariness
of my battles
of every day
I felt so at ease
her taking care of me
she whispered me
her name
I couldn't
hear it too well
but understood
by the expression
on her face
she was
promising me
if I wanted
she would stay
be my queen
my support
in every way
I knew
I had found the one
I was looking for
the one
that would remain
her speech
was getting softer
her face was starting
to fade
there was
a ring in the air
I looked around,...
it was
a Sunday morning
as my dream
slowly disappeared
into the business
of
a new born day
(c) JR. 2023
but her speech
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten