Labour waves
To carry water always and more,
wave breaker is breaking near the sea
and through the weir, tide is now ashore
while taking some driftwood back to me.
Waves so hard and high, the force so strong
splashed on the edge of a knife while slash
cuts deep and cries in the weeping song
mingled with the last wave, sudden plash
from his ship flushed out in skilful hands
the storm cooled down and the wind has laid
wealth no beachcomber finds in the sands
in cradling and hushing words are said
on the moment that the seagull lands
our kisses are changed and thanks are prayed.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
08/11/2014
© Copyright Rudi Lejaeghere
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Rudi Lejaeghere
Geplaatst op
14-11-2014
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