When will I know?

maart 16, 2015

Do I have to choose between meandering rivers

or endless seas that I want to sail

do I want to tell about heavy storms

and huge rolling waves

where numerous strange creatures

make the voyage thrillingly exciting

or do I want to paint a reckless pursuit

in fast and rapid paces

or to ride with droning motors

driving on the edge of staggering ravines

to round the borders

to stretch the corners

with a thousands and thousands of words

or do I have to describe that flower

from his cane to the stamper

to taste the power of the pollen

translating it into a few sentences

how the sun and the bumble-bee

impregnate the buds with the blooming

to deepen a feeling

with a well chosen word

letter after letter and standing still

to admire and enjoying a colour

a sound or the taste of a kiss

to decipher it all on a single sheet

I travel beyond the borders to seek

for an answer

I’m listing in the dark and in the light

to the sound of my truth

trying again and again

to travel upon new roads

who will lead me on my voyage

it’s only I who can say it