Weaving Breath – Eva Weggelaar

Weaving Breath – Eva Weggelaar

Don’t hold your breath
when you lie awake in bed
thinking of the words you wrote and read
wondering if those dreams are dead

You didn’t want to know
didn’t want the reflected light of the sun
to show the surface of a life that came undone
so you stopped looking long ago
But hear the branches shiver
crows cawing
swans calling
all sound reflected by a fast-flowing river

I need your breath
everything you’ve ever said
all the things you wished you had
to form my fine-spun scarlet thread

I’ll weave the tales you’d wish to keep
work out the faults made by despair
and watch for you when you lie asleep

© Eva Weggelaar

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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