Stadspark beschouwingen

Het is dat ik het even niet weet
waar ik ben, hoe ik weer heet
In het stadspark dichtbij het verkeer
op een bank waar een fietser passeert
Met de zon op mijn rug
denk ik met heimwee terug
aan dingen die ik vergeten was
Een postbode belt, een hond zit vast
in zijn overdenking van de boom
Soms, weet je wel, lijkt dit alles 'n droom
wou ik dat ik wakker werd, zo opeens
tussen deze huizen van mensen en steen

Een schaduw gaat voorbij aan mijn hand
als ik terugdenk aan het groen van 't weiland
waar ik opgegroeid ben, tussen boterbloemen
die het decor kleurden en alles deden verbloemen

In de lommer van een plataan, met brede kroon
zit ik op een bank wijl het leven voorbij pendelt
net als eenieder ander is het uiterlijk vertoon
een kalmte en rust waar iedereen aan voorbij wandelt

Het is dat ik het even niet weet
waar ik ben, hoe ik weer heet
hoe jouw naam klinkt, hoe de wolken bewegen
het zijn vragen die alles bijeen vegen ...

Nature

In the cold of the ocean by the shore
reigns the eternal blue and grey
where the human is but a prey
no longer a vision, nature whims galore

In the cold of the seas by the land
reigns the ethereal song of the seasons
where the human is a stranger to this liaison
no longer in control, nature takes her stand

In the cold of the waters that rush and swirl
reigns the erosion with the anger and calm
where the human looks upon the lines in his palm
bewildered as nature dresses up, surely a proud girl

And in the cold of the sands and the lands
I stood ashore with my wishes and rhymes
Words reminiscent of dangerous and lucky times
seek refuge from the pen in my hands

In the cold of the ocean by the shore
A wild girl with her dreams and glitter in her eyes
seduces a shy boy with the whirl of the skies
Nature keeps reeling me in, more and more ...

Waar de golven tolden

Meeuwen schreeuwen
vergaande eeuwen
in zand vervat
sonoor lied dat
meesleept in getij
wat ooit was
is nu voorbij
bouwsel van glas
wat ooit verworven was
weggeglipt in korven van vlas

Vergeleden besef der dagen
momenten die vervagen
al te snel achterhaald
herinneringen vervaald
Samen versmolten,
waar de golven tolden

Granddad's garage

An imprint,
there on the old stone floor
of my granddad's garage
It tells me of times yonder
a faraway mirage

Cradling the small pup
one cold autumn afternoon
Big projects, lots of wood
nails down and up
on free Wednesday noons

The rusty tools still hang loose
rattling the green door, a scent of tar
A dusty screwdriver forlorn
between the brushes on the old dressoir

Sawdust and those oil drops that never erase
tainting the old tills without frills
muddy paws of the pup,
that now has grown old of age,
litter the ground with my bygone fantasies

My view returns to the plank
and my eyes, for a while blank
glitter in the shape of the work under my hands
I'm back in those childhood lands ...

Calypso

I've got to need a moment
to recover
to recover
to recover times spent alone

Beneath a surface once so smooth
I've got to take up seconds and nanoseconds
to recover
to recover
to recover times spent alone

I've got to meet her once again
got to taste her soft and salt lips again
touch her and feel her shiver
attempting to tempt me again
Oh, I loved her so, my Calypso

Beneath a storm hold and go
her eyes I'm hiding in
like a shell, they kept me safe
on the ocean and widespread waves
on a rush to the horizons of green

I've got to sail once more
got to say her goodbye, at least
at least say her goodbye
a simple kiss and then I can turn away

I've got to take up seconds and nanoseconds
I've got to take up
centuries and moments of you and me
to recover
to recover
to recover times spent alone

Listening to the river

Sounds of silence
dance on the air
a little childhood song
traversed a memory
I let the words
floating by

Underneath a willow
the dawned grass
a trusted pillow
I see the years
running by

At ease, Newtonian laws
hold me on this place
to feel my heart at pace
and all of my faults
just drift away

And the river
the river, my friend
it's on stand-by
let me feel the drops
let me feel the life
of the endless stream
time and distance vanish
listening to the river ...

High above me, His Majesty
does a falcon fly
unleashed the relaxation
done the excavation
it's all meaningless now
the why's, the who's and how come's
they all just passed by

Around the river bend, quietly
the ducks paddle by
A heron wings up to
a profound blue sky
and all of life surrounds the fields
it all slowly, o so slowly crawls by

And the river
the river, my friend
it's on stand-by
let me feel the drops
let me feel the life
of the endless stream
time and distance vanish
listening to the river ...

Windowdrops

A roving longing, out in the brook
and its nervous eddies,
makes itself known
in the shivers of the light

A few hymns from the book
hailing lands no one sees
men and women of some renown
dance with bliss into their night

At the windows I look at the drops flailing
unleashed, keeping to drop without failing

Look at the beautiful land,
under a blanket of clouds, airily she longs
to the sparse rays of winter songs
Dots and stripes of impressionism in my hand

As the land thus sings her lofty sleepy tune
of her fantasies of a feverishly warm June
I with her cast a waking eye in the long sleep
as the year goes into nights so deep ...

Brilliance

There's brilliance on our path
a sunset on the river in gloomy icing
There's the cold at our feet, the heat in the veins
There's a life aside the one you dreamt

There's a fascination and a salvation
easing up memories, dusting the view you had
it's in the future to change a way inside
it's bitter and it's sweet, it's strange

There's brilliance on our path
children grown
we are preparing for the outside world
with the eyes of the one who longs for responsibility

As the worlds flow together, they'll break
into a thousand pieces of the prism
and the thousand colours of childhood play
it lights the sun of grown up ambitions

It's naive but so am I
a little lost and a little found
in a world I knew, didn't, did know
and a fantasy I lived, didn't, did live

Twenty-some have come and gone
this little boy has developed and is now ready to let go
there's a little music, a little silence
but there'll always be brilliance on our path