Kaartspel

Leeg, geleegd
geleefd, beleefd
zwaar, bezwaard
steen, versteend

Een scherp zwaard
hartendame in de slag
wat de stilte vermag
geslagen mijn kaart

Kaart kiezen
'n streep op de lei
Maar verliezen
doen we allebei

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 ...

A year has passed on

A year, once again, has passed on
with the speed I came
to connect with the phenomenon
I'm tranquil, life never seemed tame

New memories and old acquaintances
broken dreams and new chances
Still more hair down the drain
and new experiences gained

Seemingly endless bliss,
occasional rocks and pebbles
Time, a tender farewell kiss
that lingers and ebbs

A year, once again, has passed on
with the promises of old
that I came to connect with the phenomenon
I'm tranquil, life never seemed cold

And now I find myself dreaming new promises
while the rain runs eagerly of my premises
And now I find myself wishing the same wishes
as the year, once again, slowly perishes

A year, once again, has passed on
and I still find myself dreaming on...

Sometimes

Sometimes, you know
alone a wintry evening
staring of in the unknown
I mostly wander of
in dreams of far and beyond
I conjure rocks and a driving sleet
hiding stars in a stormy night
only the sound of the rushing wind
as a company by the warm fire

Sometimes, you know
alone a motionless evening
in the tranquil of this house
I knew so thoroughly
I tend to fantasize a mighty Atlantic
right at my front porch
only the sound of the rustling sand
as a company next to my worn chesterfield

Sometimes, you know
I dream of loneliness
in Nature's cradle
I dream of her warm embrace
in the chilly December winds
Sometimes, you know
I'm a dreamer

Talking to the moon

I've been talking to the moon
saluted her, told her some stories
She unveiled her light, took me in
broke down that armour inside of me

Now when that's over, she eclipsed
She made me miss warm hearted company
But you know, just the other cycle
I let her light be mine for a while

Now when that's over, she eclipsed
I'm in blackness, probing around
living life by touch and feel
keeping the pieces of me on a reel

I've been talking to the moon
saluted her when she turned around me
She reflected a warm sun for me
Now she eclipsed and I am the shadow

Dromen opbergen

Dromen opbergen vergt tijd
een minuut, een eeuwigheid
Naar de open oranje lucht
een lange gebroken vlucht
Zigzaglijn
door het archief van stof
Op, op is de lijm
Te teer voor zuurstof
oude en nieuwe dromen
een zelf intomen

Dromen opbergen vergt tijd
een minuut, een eeuwigheid...