ik vraag me af of de de tijd
- die zich onherroepelijk voortrekt -
soms een moment stilstaat
bij datgene wat ze met zich meebrengt.

the sunflowers had withered
gracious had they once stood,
competing with the golden hues of the sun,
there exuding radiance had been a delight to gaze upon;
now left to be fetched when morning came.

my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.

individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds

it felt like the heavens
when you did not

yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me

bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.

when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them  —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing

i do not feel this ease

the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.

my dear, do not worry
too often
your flower is still young —
green, barely has it rooted.
the time will come
you will flourish,
as it will bloom.

it was with me,
intimate
as a lover’s kiss

like invisible wings,
just the feathers that had
darkened a bit

an inescapable shadow
i was passively existing in.