In another way

It is to scrape of the sky

till the blue falls from the clouds

to pluck the birds out of their flight

and whistle as a nightingale

I see the things in another way

listen

to the child

that’s not yet have been counted for

in the womb lies still as a virgin

the seed not quit yet to germinate

even when the day of tomorrow

in the morning is as far as now today

shortly I want to shear the sheep

and sleep in their sweaters

the wool still fresh

of warming dreams

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

05/10/2014