sun is getting red..
already feel the outlines of your hands
meanwhile.. I can hear – cannot see sharp
hearts conduct the silent glittering
I look at.. there! the bridge to you and..
close my eyes.. my words step slowly on dry land
because.. it seems.. it dreams just all of us. in mirrors
rendez vous, you know.. without disturbing sleep
..here are my hands.. and there are yours – the sun is setting
bridge gets tangible.. just careful – passable
hey, come along, step on it now – but stay asleep and walk..
will meet you soon.. will come.. this night together
till the early morn’
© Ronald Bottelier