In bubbles of glass,
amber irises turn grey,
and I find you,
waiting for me,
in the heart of violet flowers,
where shades of purple,
disguise every shadow,
of the deepest colors,
until the light,
is inadvertently,
out of sight,
and all I have left,
are the imaginary sparkles,
of my own loneliness.
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Ever-changing,
her soul moves on the wind,
in the directions she is,
guided to go.
On wings,
bigger than her own.
Like clay,
molded,
into something new.
An ongoing motion,
where life shapes her,
chisels her like a statue,
and breathes new life,
into every cell of her body.
More and more,
she is alive,
thriving,
on the breath of God,
where she finds love.
Ever-changing,
life has changed her,
but in the hands,
of the brilliant sculptor,
her soul grows,
in a better version of herself.
Every single day –
I am forever changed!
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The leaves have fallen,
the rose has withered,
and snowflakes bury it,
in a blanket of ice,
preserving life for the spring.
Teardrops on rose petals,
the past flies away,
on the cold winter wind,
and I learn,
to hope for the spring.
Out of nothing,
new life is born,
when I bring my soul,
to the heart of the light,
where rosebuds are born in the spring,
and petals unfold in the summer.
Rain boots in red,
the same color as her umbrella,
she dances in rain puddles,
to celebrate her joy.
Unhindered and carefree,
the rain is like confetti,
on a beautiful spring day.
Her laughter is contagious,
forcing my lips into a smile,
and my heart flutters,
on wings of love.
Dancing in the rain,
is like skipping on cobblestones,
with your arms spread,
the wind in your hair,
and the sun on your face.
I feel butterflies in my soul,
and for a moment,
one sweet moment,
I forget the world,
and dance,
under my red umbrella!
Under a red roof,
in a silky kimono,
a young woman,
finds shelter,
against the rain.
Unable to see,
a smile,
or a tear,
she hides herself,
behind an umbrella.
Colorful birds,
fly overhead,
brushing her cheeks,
with the feathers,
of their silky wings.
In the distance,
a young man,
waves at her,
with a smile,
and a tear.
A love story,
where two people,
learn to love,
in the most tender,
shape of a heart.
Inside a diamond,
a million reflections,
touched by the light,
woven in the colors,
of a rainbow,
touches my heart,
and makes me cry.
I look at the beauty,
in her broken eyes,
where hope still blooms,
and love still shines.
The life in her irises,
are like the rainforest,
where birds of paradise,
give birth to new life.
I smile at the reflection,
the rebirth of my own heart,
and I wave at the little girl,
with a red balloon,
firmly in her hands.
I allow love,
to break my heart open,
and fill it with,
the most beautiful warmth,
that ignites a fire,
that can never be extinguished.
Inside a diamond,
my heart gives birth,
to the deepest love for myself,
in the hands,
of a faithful creator!
The days are getting darker,
when the yellow leaves fall down,
in a magical display of art.
The sun illuminates the earth,
with only a few beams of light,
but it is enough to display,
this beautiful painting of life,
blooming in the most beautiful colors.
The smallest details catch my eye,
like a young hedgehog searching,
for shelter in the fresh autumn rain,
or a squirrel searching for food,
that he hides for the coming winter.
Nature provides such inspiration,
especially this time of year,
when the earth is like a canvas,
portraying the most beautiful sights.
I feel the energy of creativity,
flow through my veins like never before,
forcing me to move in directions,
that, in my wildest dreams,
I never dreamed off.
Maybe that is why,
autumn is the season of change,
changing me from the inside out,
while breathing new life into me,
to restore the fragility of my bones,
that strengthen my soul in the light,
I just want to hold on to,
for this brief moment in time.
With the angels in the yellow leaves,
I cry for the celebration of life!
I express my soul,
by wearing the night,
around my naked body,
to show the stars,
sparkling deep inside me,
like the intens joy,
you can find in my eyes,
a portal to a dimension,
not many dare to take,
but only a few know,
bring you straight,
to the gates of heaven.
Wrapped in blue linen,
comfort carries me,
expresses how I feel,
how the moment,
carries me to a place,
of happy memories,
where I feel safe,
and where love,
is so gentle and soft,
like the linen wrapped,
around my body,
as if roses embrace me,
on a bed made of clouds,
I am wrapped in blue linen,
like the little girl,
I used to be.
Sand on my feet,
I walk into the ocean,
to find the sea shells,
the size of my heart.
Rejuvenated,
I become a child,
in the hands of the ocean,
where I free fall,
in the arms of love.
With bucket and spade,
I create sand castles,
until my dreams,
in purple shades,
send bubbles,
into the world.
There I fly,
in the arms,
of my inner child,
until a coral reef,
gives birth,
to my young heart!
Birds fly overhead -
ducklings in a pond,
I learn to see the sky,
through the eyes of the universe.
Stars sparkle in the distance,
the sun shines inside,
my own drunk heart,
it is love that rules my mind.
My feet in shallow water,
my soul learns to walk,
on the reflection of the surface,
just like white swans.
The brushstroke of a wing,
as soft as cotton clouds,
why do crickets jump,
inside my own heart?
The wings that fly,
find the end of the road,
at the bus stop of rout sixty six -
only the lonely return home.
But the bird without wings,
evolves the given time,
in creativity, and perseverance -
alone is never alone.
Ducklings in a pond,
the years have made me young,
I cry a million tears,
until my home is in the stars.
Gineke van Keulen 