Curvature
To close the eyes and dream
to see in another way and feel
discovering the light in the night
the shadow is torn from the day
nothing seems what it is
or should have been at this moment
I walk on the edge of a knife
watching the ravines rising
on the mountaintop, it’s just a leap
to heaven
between the clouds my fear is sleeping
in the lap of a thundery shower
in the eye of the hurricane
I just feel still, untouched
till I reach the border
one step away from eternity
and I curve myself around
what is called time
to keep on dreaming
and hoping against hope
that after all I still may stay.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
06/03/2015
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