Uit Rusten (1989)

In silence, in stilte,
     darkness of my bed I sit
Cold of winter invades my feet;
Beneath, onder de deken I miss the feel
Warmth, of love’s familiar face asleep –
Thoughts so dear feels so real:
Ogen sluiten, glimlach zitten on lips,
Skin on skin, silky sheets sing
Leaves impressions echte as ink.
Love’s infinite longing for a friend
Vanish like dreams too quickly spent,
Left listening to the whispering wind
What does this hurting mean?
‘t advises gentle as falling snow
Begs the heart to let go.


Roma, Italia
27 November 1989