Friday, May 08, 2009
revisited
Remember
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
right
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
okay
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hoe woorden een moment van stilte kunnen creëren ... écht mooi
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