Sidewalks
The soul is a landscape.
With it's hills and valleys,
yet to explore.
Covered with a blanket of snow.
Or turns dry like a dessert,
moanin'for some rain.
With our aging faces.
And knowledge in our pockets.
Dance in the fading daylight,
or sing a song at night.
For the sleeping birds,
for the daily madness,
for the lonely hearts.
In the roaring silence,we organize.
Our daily conversations.
what eyes can't see.
But words betray,what is spoken from
black lungs.When the sun is still shining,
on our own green but lonely path.
With our inner navigation.
And basic instincts, we travel on.
With it's greedy kind of sidewalks.
And it's fatal yards of freeways.
J.S.2005/2006
With it's hills and valleys,
yet to explore.
Covered with a blanket of snow.
Or turns dry like a dessert,
moanin'for some rain.
With our aging faces.
And knowledge in our pockets.
Dance in the fading daylight,
or sing a song at night.
For the sleeping birds,
for the daily madness,
for the lonely hearts.
In the roaring silence,we organize.
Our daily conversations.
what eyes can't see.
But words betray,what is spoken from
black lungs.When the sun is still shining,
on our own green but lonely path.
With our inner navigation.
And basic instincts, we travel on.
With it's greedy kind of sidewalks.
And it's fatal yards of freeways.
J.S.2005/2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zondag, april 09, 2006 13:46 |
| I already know you write beautifully and still I''m impressed by this one! Amazingly written! x! |
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| m@rcel: | Maandag, april 03, 2006 23:29 |
| prachtig weer geschreven Jurgen heel mooi Liefs m@rcel |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Maandag, april 03, 2006 20:53 |
| heel mooi | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 03 april 2006 | ||
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