In another way

It is to scrape of the sky
till the blue falls from the clouds
to pluck the birds out of their flight
and whistle as a nightingale

I see the things in another way

listen

to the child
that’s not yet has been counted for
in the womb lies still as a virgin
the seed not quit yet to germinate

even when the day of tomorrow
in the morning is as far as now today
shortly I want to shear the sheep
and sleep in their sweaters
the wool still fresh
of warming dreams

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
05/10/2014