Friday, May 08, 2009



Those were the first true words
I had written about you. To stay

You were not here before. When my
hands looked for my face

You put your hands on me, looked
at me and I existed. How could you be so


You spoke to me like I could
hear, understand. Why

To tell me I'm beautiful. It's all
I ever want to hear again. And again

From you

When my hands looked for your face
they felt thin air. Until

This was how you created me:
You were there. We are here

This is what you started; I am
what is begun. I breathe still

Breathe such deep thoughts

I look for a place in your
shadow, to stay

And I know that
things will be


1 comment:

Lesley said...

hoe woorden een moment van stilte kunnen creëren ... écht mooi