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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