zaterdag 6 september 2008


Some angels stay grounded
while others are in flight
Some angels shed their feathers
while others bathe in light

Beams find their way
through the dark and grey clouds
The birds cross through them
on their journey to the warm south

Flowers and leaves emerge
in a photosynthetic dance
They bathe in it and glance

Beneath a rosy fingered dawn
you were mine
a pearl, a treasure, a gleam
a real find

The world spins around
a whirlpool of chance
Trust me as I invite you to this dance

Lo and behold
I see the kingdom of blight
bathing in oceans of light
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