red signs at the bus stop

a rabbit rushed through the field

traps changed his landscape

the path he walked was sealed

—I have something to say 

said a voice from
a living room sofa

the voice was too small

too quite

roar said a kind man with an
oak tree as a heart

a minute lasted a whole life time

old Grandmas hung from thin cotton threads...

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memories weaved in warm blankets 

   heavy, to hold places where dreams are made

I was there

the warmth of Love,

…...Her explosive nature flooding us all

to the sound of Ney.

the fierce rush of an Ocean,

…….crushing the Metal of their bones

mevlana, mevlana, mevlana

the trees, the trees, the trees

the sky, the sky

and mother, Mother Earth

and me.

oh rose,  oh rose,  oh rose

ancient but only a mere moment on Earth

you are me and I am you

and in the hold of Movement 

I am still

she’s waking

thundering hooves

the sound you could never place

behind your rib cage

ripping, 

the shredding of old things

and alive

fresh 

like a winters kiss

Fear is begging for time

as her smile

breaks the world

I left it hanging in the air

it was easier

like forgotten jeans on a washing line

he asked for an answer

I let it wait

A distance of 3mm’s

I measured it.
I thought, it’s only 3 mm's,
I would make it fit.
Unfortunately it began to make a lot of difference.
When it rained you could not see.

dusty pink lipstick,
colours of the Divine.
Highlighted skin, with cheeks of rose,
who is this women imitating Your dance?