How can I see myself in you
When you reflect my pain but not my soul
...
Shall we give in to long lazy loving
Shall we give in to sun struck romance
...
A pub full of people and you standing there
drinking your last glass of dark coloured beer
...
you took the ferry without me
and didn’t talk about returning
...
There was a moment when, together but alone
we stood close to the sea both far away in thought
...
you closed your eyes I caressed you
with this music not mine
...
To be so in love that you forget to eat,
that you can only think of your loved one's eyes,
that cold rain feels pleasant to you,
that you don't need sleep yet always dream,
...
The reed stands
caught in a flight
halfway to freedom,
stranded in a swamp,
...
It was over between us, and a thunderstorm came.
Books fell down from the shelf for no reason
like domino stones as the grave stones they were,
and my thoughts went with them below,
...
The air moves from your gesture to the tree
to move a leaf and make it fly away
across the street to land in someone’s tea
before it’s swallowed and the person dies.
...
Death is a mockery of life
They who have lived it through, are dead
...
So much alone can one only be
in the mind for there is no one else
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Your hand is a curious stranger on my skin
This teasing finger
is making a perfect circle on my back
You write your name under my neck
...
Love scent surrounds us like a cover
Sweet and bitter do you taste
Make no fun now, make no haste
just again please be my lover
...
So eagerly I want memory to reproduce
the time when love was me and you,
...
The way you were then, the way you are
I see you both times now
...
Not to see the sadness in your eyes,
I’m trapped between forgiveness and your spite
...
The tired houses leaning side by side
The rusty bicycle you always ride
...
Born and living on the island of Terschelling, The Netherlands. My job is writer of light fiction novels (in Dutch) . I am new in writing poetry. Discovering the possibilities is like an adventurous voyage.)
A Mirror Is A Liar Too
How can I see myself in you
When you reflect my pain but not my soul
Am I to play another part or role
Than to be myself and true?
What can reflections really do
But show the outside of the complex whole
And not the depth, the relief that you stole
A mirror is a liar too
There might be more than what you see
So much is covered by what was
Not to be shown by just some glass
Reflections don’t show the real me
So let this vanity just pass
As you are not my looking-glass