My eyelids are heavy, weighted down by the love, my heart carries around all day, for everything that you are. My hand strikes your skin, and feels the soft hair on your arms, until I reach your biceps in awe. It is not your looks, my dear Adonis, that captures me so much. It is the love in your heart, that kisses my soul, until it deeply sighs. Your soft lips speak, words of intimate affection, until the hair on my skin, stand tall and upright. It is not lust, that fills every part of my soul, but the pure love of your being, that radiates in the deepest form, true love can ever take. It is found in accepting the flaws, of this rough but striking diamond, that still has some sharp edges. It is seeing the beauty, in something so rare, that unique cannot define it. You love every part of me, as if it the most beautiful, piece of fine art, the world has ever seen. And yet I feel that, I do not deserve this kind of love, but with all my heart, I cannot deny it. So, I dream in your arms, of a life I cannot yet see, and I wait until, I am brave enough to leave!
Misty mountains, covered in hues, of emerald green, hold thick pine trees, as a hiding place, for all kinds of life.
Long waterfalls, invisible to the eye, release sound waves, that calm the mind, so I locate them, to feel the soft drops, on my naked skin.
My soul feels free, like the birds in the air, unlimited by borders, and deep blue oceans, and I dance, as the first rays of light, break the treetops open.
The heart of the earth, spreads her warmth, from the inside out, through my feet, all the way to my heart, until my soul radiates, the light and warmth, from deep within me.
Misty mountains, covered in hues, of emerald green, have the power, to silence, the rush within me, until every part of my being, is free.
On a blue vespa in Rome, the Colosseum stands tall, in the dim moonlight, and soft street lanterns.
The cobblestones move, quickly underneath me, and I wonder about lives, that were lost long ago.
Full arenas in awe, of innocent people, fighting for their lives, against hungry lions, savage warriors, to maintain the faith, they hold so close, to themselves.
I feel the heart, of a lonely gladiator, longing for freedom, in an unjust world, knowing, he might never see, the morning light.
The longing for freedom, has throughout the centuries, never changed, but instead, simply passed on, from one human being, to the next.
And on my vespa, in the dark streets of Rome, I wonder, when we will ever learn, that for everyone, the earth is a home, where we deserve to live, in absolute freedom!
Blue and green feathers sparkle, like silver or gold in the sun. The delicacy of a young bird, conceals the strength of bones, that bend like moist twigs.
Black eyes stare at me. I disappear into their abyss, where the universe is recreated, in the rebirth of stars and planets. My wings carry me further than that, and I inhale the sweet scent of love, burning like fire in my heart.
Unbreakable in my fragility, strength is always an illusion, that bends in the stormy winds, and breaks on sweet summer days – the unpredictability of life, is like tiny star explosions, always leading to something new.
Merging together, from two different worlds, the peacock has to lose her feathers, and the stars will have to forget, their ability to break in silence.
Gineke van Keulen 