Summer overseas
The crows fly above the green meadow
caught by a returning summer sun
when we can barely talk
the mosquitoes dance in the warm air
like there's a party going on
your silence is love
from an alphabet from overseas
letters that together give a feeling
words that carry us to the climax
food for the mind and for the stomach
you are approaching my balance now
balance between give and take
and I'll take you with my folk
to new stories, original destination
without a name in silent delusion
in all the solitude of text.
© Jeroen Splinterman.