Wind in the Forest – Eva Weggelaar

Wind in the Forest – Eva Weggelaar

I hear the sound of the wind in the forest
the branches whisper only one name
ever shifting, ever changing
yet always the same

Even if I’ll only ever see you when I close my eyes
and my words were never more than a useless plea
If I find that around every corner always lies
just another lost opportunity

I’ll still hear the sound of the wind in the forest
the branches whispering only one name
ever shifting, ever changing
yet always the same
©Eva Weggelaar

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Eclipse – Eva Weggelaar

Eclipse – Eva Weggelaar

I go to sleep like a small stone
in the palm of your hand,
to wander around alone,
time running through me like sand.

All the walls are painted white,
at a touch they move away;
for every dream you have to pay
and there’s no place to hide.

In the white hall
where fantasies die,
all you can remember is why
you were unknowingly waiting for the fall.

While I sleep like a small stone
in the palm of your hand,
the moon is a sliver of bone
covered with the blood they demand.

Kindly illustrating the many ways to drown,
the laughing crowd is a symbol of mockery,
showing you that it requires the payment of an appropriate fee
to keep the pocketful of hope you need to weigh you down.

To go, straight at the crow flies,
is all you can do;
there are no roundabout words to prove what’s true
when everybody lies.

I wake up like a small stone
in the palm of your hand
and grab my telephone
wandering around in an absurd land.
-©Eva Weggelaar-

The World Tree – Eva Weggelaar

The World Tree – Eva Weggelaar

Now the wind must lie down
across the river, under the trees,
and the moon will rise over town
to collect and guard our memories.
The silver globe,
silent as the walls,
offers us hope:
there is time before the morning calls.
Time for dreams
to change the way we feel,
so we will know that nothing is what it seems
and we can still make them real.

We’ll turn the mirrors to the wall,
no longer feel as if we had half a soul
or none at all,
but dream ourselves whole.
We will see beauty in a crowded street,
we’ll climb the tower,
but now the pace of our glad feet
will only quicken when they chime the hour.
The cracks in a painted face
will all be kissed,
and we’ll start over and erase
the time we missed.
-©Eva Weggelaar, November 2015-

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Our Way – Eva Weggelaar

Our Way – Eva Weggelaar

Everything you need
will come to you tomorrow;
hope is something you must borrow,
so forget the fine print you can’t read.
Do not notice that the lights are on too long,
or let your fingers press
against the glass
because everything’s still wrong.

Though it forever stays today,
we have ways to numb your consciousness,
we will endlessly digress
till you forget we never pay.
Though the lights have been on for much too long
and your fingers burn,
you’ll never learn
why we can get it all for just a song.

Remember that the things you know
were never true,
so we’ll always be a step ahead of you
and there’ll be nowhere for you to go.
We’ll leave the lights on for so long
that your fingers lose their grip,
your weary eyes slip,
and we can say you were never strong.

What else did you expect,
when our strength just came from what you lacked?
©Eva Weggelaar

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Illustration: Gerhard Richter