Raven and swans

 

Your voice is approaching the meaning

of black birds above the peat

during the autumn night

 

and I collect the companions

like songbirds of adversity

in an obstinate dream

 

how they left your grave

with the sound of dead books

discouraged on the way to the sun

 

in their dark flight over the lakes

where swans dream about drunkenness

and the song that sounds wistful here

 

when I go back to the basement

while the maid opens the attic window

I think, this time clear

 

how it is with me farewell

in the salty twilight

of your dead soul.

 

 

© Jeroen Splinterman.

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