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

November – Eva Weggelaar

November – Eva Weggelaar

After the warm and crowded train
mist curls around you
just passing through
with nothing to explain

Through the cracks between fog and frost
the space between falling leaves and a wet street
looking for someone to meet
around corners, opportunities, lost

A second-hand café
serving hot ginger tea
and another memory
that mustn’t slip away
Only when it’s near
is it good to be alone
so you try to catch it on the phone:
don’t leave me here

The scent of smoke and vanilla fills the air
as you keep moving around
going over the same ground
after something, surely, right there

Not waiting for the last train
an empty shell
waiting for the bell
unable to explain
©Eva Weggelaar

And I whisper all your names – Eva Weggelaar

And I whisper all your names – Eva Weggelaar

Spring is balancing twice twelve hours
the air whispers that good things go far
In the twilight bare trees collect their powers
dancing in the headlights of a car

Surrounded by dusk, tables form lit up little islands
inviting me to a drink, a cigarette
Offering a liminal resting place where I can fill the silence
with memories of the things you said

I wish I was on your mind
like something that’s always in your pocket
Kept safe as a propitious find
or a picture in a locket

By the time the night turns grey
dust whirls up in an imagined room
One last cigarette and nothing to say
long fingers of smoke caress the gloom

I look at pictures in empty frames
and I whisper all your names
©Eva Weggelaar

I’ll leave it to you – Eva Weggelaar

I’ll leave it to you  – Eva Weggelaar

My custom-made mythologies
My unspoken apologies
My put-on happiness
My cloak of fanciness
My pre-packed suitcase
My unworn lace
Everything to make you see
the world I paint with what you gave to me

I’m the picture in your frame
painted with your signs
the illustration to your lines
bearing your name

I’m the way you described me
a character in your book
living only when you look
following a plot that I can’t see

I think with your mind
see through your eyes
breathe your sighs
in a world where I’m blind

You see, I keep thinking there must be something I could do
but the storm chased my horses far away
left me in a pale vastness with nothing to say
and I wish I could leave it to you
©Eva Weggelaar

Nowhere – Eva Weggelaar

Nowhere – Eva Weggelaar

Summer scents you won’t forget
they’ll turn to tales at night in bed
in a double room for you alone
with a view that’s still unknown
The streets are filled with fantasies
all the cars are begging, please
get inside and be nowhere
maybe this time you’ll get there

Don’t ask me to explain
my fingers have gone blind, my hand goes through the wall
as I’m trying not to fall
and everything is everywhere the same

The shadows dance till dawn
while their owners are all gone
you walk with stories by your side
your high-heeled steps ring through the night
Your head is filled with dreams
nothing ever is quite what it seems
all the dice that you can’t cast
while the future rushes past

Don’t ask me to explain
my fingers have gone blind, my hand goes through the wall
as I’m trying not to fall
and everything is everywhere the same
©Eva Weggelaar

Slipping Mask – Eva Weggelaar

Slipping Mask – Eva Weggelaar

Your instant blindness
your pretended costly kindness
that I can’t mistake for more

Your eyes off my face
your textbook words in place
when you only want to walk out the door

Your hidden jealousy
your acted sympathy
your attempts to distract me
while you’d love to see me on the floor
like something that you tore
to mark it yours, reined in for evermore
©Eva Weggelaar

Illustration: Lesser Ury