Comments about Judith Vriesema
When the wind sings in gusts of colour,
ghosts dream in the blue of your eyes.
When sagas fall into a fire that lights the night sky with tears,
your heart breaks a glacier and collides with llove.
When you sigh,
the elves laugh to the sound of your dreams.
When the snow falls and cavorts with the sea,
your footfalll dances across a stage of sky.
When I hear you in my heart,