Chantal Lammerts Poems

Like a star shines it’s light through the darkest night,
And the wind blows, the way that only he knows,
Like the river bends, till the mountain in the distance ends,
And the birds fly, way up high into the ever-blue sky,
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The lanterns shine their dim light on the pure white street,
That’s where love and peace then finally meet,
For a few days around this amazing date,
There’s nothing in the world with slightest trace of hate.
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I’m not desperate, nor am I longing too much,
I just grow weak under your caring touch,
And should I ever have the need to be alone,
I’ll definitely be able to stand on my own.
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Imagine feeling the wind in your hair, while flying through the sky,
To be able to go as far as you want, all the way up high,
Imagine feeling the sun on your skin, without the fear of burning,
Aren’t those the things for what we are all yearning?
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I’d like to have a voice like you’ve never heard,
Or beautiful wings like those of a pretty bird,
I’d like to have something completely absurd,
I want everything that I’ve ever preferred.
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I walk through the rain, my mind wandering off to a place unknown,
The street lights make the water shimmer, their true beauty is shown,
A small boy, out on the streets too late, bumps into me, makes me groan,
As I see this boy, running away from the rules, the restrictions of his life, I realize,
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Slowly, as if time was coming to a stop, I can feel myself fade away,
I can feel your grip falter slightly, I’m begging you to stay,
Every second, every minute I want to feel you, every hour, every day,
But you don’t listen, you let me fall further and further astray.
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Have you heard of the well of everlasting youth?
Well, can you keep a secret? Tell the truth!
Fine, this is another secret I’ll share with you, I will,
It’s a secret that is well kept, after all those years still.
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One more time, I told you, one more time,
I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to run,
I loved you, and you made it seem like a crime,
I thought that I was your moon, and you were my sun,
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“Poetry, ” they say, “is for the aching heart like lightning for haunted clouds, ”
Each word resembling a brilliant, unique line, which exposes the dark of the world’s roof,
Clouds, the souls of the sky, aching wordlessly, in mystery the soul is shroud,
Each sentence like a deep rumbling, it’s origin in heaven’s core, hear it move.
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