WOMAN IN THE MORNING
– painting by Barbara Kruyt

and what
if your voice
disappears
in the sky
and your face
wanders alone
on the empty road
of our life
these days are
cruel and senseless
and I see
darkness escape
and silver threads
downstream your cheeks
when the morning cries
and what
if I misunderstood
there is not more
in this life
and in the outer world
to explore
than your love
to enjoy
and your tenderness
to receive
and my fiery desire
and I hear
waters splash
and colorize
the swell of love
when the morning lies
and what
if I could master
the secret ways
of time to come
of time to go
and the child in you
never grows old
rests in the sun
welcomes the night
and I feel
this pulse of life
and your touch
gently fades
when the morning dies
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