Ghislaine Vandevoorde

In respectful remembrance, today and every day.


One hundred years ago
...

would you

the moments
...

black dress
long legs
dancing feet
stunning beat
...

My memories and me

I am older then my words
But not younger then my thoughts
...

I am moving beyond the grace of solitude
Where souls wandering, do not dwell
In the smoke of a burning cigarette
The taste of nicotine in my blood
...

as alice fell through the hole
she lost her beautiful soul
to all the discovering
while she was hovering
...

wilt my body
in the twilight zone
the flower whitered
sheds parts of my soul
...

give me
I need to sleep
in dreams
to come to you
...

I do not wish to
to be born in your
dreams
naked and vulnerable
...

death crept
through my veins
into the world of my
soul
...

In that moment of the sun
Climbing in her run
To warm the day
I come to say hey
...

if you go
you go alone
there's no shadow
following
...

I fill my head
With neon lips
And kiss you red
...

it's in the attitude
of horizontal fatigue
and hours without sleep
transformed into daydreams
...

When i left
I went right
After your hand
Touched mine-
...

to the escapades
of my frivolities
I would fly naked
in the sound of my
...

endless snippets of time
keep falling down
-clocks drown-
and the fish
...

i am grains
of sand
in the hourglass
ever falling down
...

give me
a new story
on the line of my life
to infinity
...

too vulnerable
i vanish
too visible-
...