I WILL WRITE FOR YOU...
I will write for you a poem of love
when in the evening grey
an exhausted bird
vainly seeks
a place to sleep
I will write for you a poem of love
when the lantern of the moon
offers to the night
a glimpse of light
I will write for you a poem of love
when the sun paints with its red
the hope of dawn
I will write for you a poem of love
when a gentle breeze caresses
the wrinkled face
of the heart
I will write for you a poem of love
when so high in the sky
two clouds embrace
in a kiss of love.
I will write for you a poem of love
when in the evening grey
an exhausted bird
vainly seeks
a place to sleep
I will write for you a poem of love
when the lantern of the moon
offers to the night
a glimpse of light
I will write for you a poem of love
when the sun paints with its red
the hope of dawn
I will write for you a poem of love
when a gentle breeze caresses
the wrinkled face
of the heart
I will write for you a poem of love
when so high in the sky
two clouds embrace
in a kiss of love.
POETIC MORNING
Read the glints
on the petals of dawn
span an airlift
with the colours of the rainbow
further than the horizon
plant roses
on the cliffs of dream.
Germain Droogenbroodt
“The Unrest of the Word”
