The same kind of pity as time – Eva Weggelaar

The same kind of pity as time – Eva Weggelaar

The clock is ticking,
the stage has been set
Was all that those years took
all that we had?

Do you like the flowers now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret

The incense is burning,
the candle has been lit
It’s all so different now,
it’s so strange, isn’t it?

Do you like the scent now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret

Still life is stylized,
it could have been last night
Look, another symbol;
the only, sad delight

Do you like the music now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret
The same kind of pity as time
Remember
Just the same kind of pity as time

©Eva Weggelaar

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The Thief of Time – Eva Weggelaar

The Thief of Time – Eva Weggelaar

Procrastination is the thief of time
so in my imagination I’ve long since made you mine
The wind is your breath that brushes the nape of my neck
those chills down my spine are your fingers running over my back
All the sights I see
are really picture postcards that you sent to me
and in the mingled noise of a crowded room I hear
your voice that murmurs in my ear
Later in the rain stained window of the car, I see reflected
your face next to mine, a picture perfected
I use these images inside my head
the faded photographs I see at night in bed
But when morning comes along
I know that everything is wrong

©Eva Weggelaar

The Solidity of Sound – Eva Weggelaar

The Solidity of Sound – Eva Weggelaar

The Ferris wheel at the end of the street
its lights refracted by the rain
spins around, driven by the need
to give substance to a passing refrain
Well, I’m waiting for time to turn
in a game that relies so heavily on fate
though soon the lights will cease to burn
and my watch tells me it’s late
So spin round one more time
and tear away the veil
to give reason to the rhyme
and find truth in a fairytale

I’ll go down on my knees
and whisper through the door
all my verse and fantasies
to change reality once more
The black and endless nightmare
that would ride right over you
will be made to stop and stare
rendered helpless as it sees my dreams come true
So let it spin around
give solidity to sound
till I can dance on my own ground
Spin around

©Eva Weggelaar

Illustration: Kay Nielsen