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Ode
Out of the ordinary…
To put on a movie with u.
To look at u, sleeping.
To think of u, just walking around.
To listen to music with u…
To dance next to u.
Four eyes closed.
Four feet shuffle.
To pass it on to u.
Things we do.
To be, out of the ordinary.
To walk into your life.
To predict nothing.
To be on my own without one sorrow.
To be with u without that one question too much.
To know your questions and to see no question marks…
Out of the ordinary.
To see your face listening.
To see your eyes recognizing.
To see your soul travel through mine
To see the situation living in our smile
To whistle the wind to blow.
To blow the wind into its whistle…
To embrace silence in your absence.
To scream out loud when I feel like.
To laugh the next second after imagining u watching…
To talk with u in imaginary fields of summer travels.
To see u laugh. Again.
To hold u and to hold u not…
To be in my own Acapulco…
To travel through u.
To see roads pass by, lying in my bed…
To take off my clothes, wearing nothing.
To know how deep the ocean is while being an oasis.
To climb mountains on top of clouds.
To make no rules.
From the beginning.
To feel how u could feel.
In day. In night. In day. In night.
Nobody's enemy. My own friend.
Yours as well.
To call u. With the glimpse of my left eye…
To be your thunder. To be your lightning.
To be your dawn on the leafs.
To be your sun in the inferno of every end.
To be silent.
To be.
To… u…
Out of the ordinary
To walk fast.
To slow down.
To keep u company.
To know u keep me on track.
To know so many tracks.
Not to have a plan.
(To have the plan.
Not to have a plan.)
To breath this Ode of Ordinairy truth...
feedback van andere lezers- mistral
heel lang gedicht waarvan deTo's, u's en your's alle aandacht wegtrekken van het essentiële lijkt me.
sorry, zal het nog eens lezen en bovenstaande trachten te negeren, Ik wou je een voldoende geven ipv goed, maar die optie is hier niet mogelijk,
Sorry,
Groetjes
CaptainNorth: mja... ik weet 't... is het wel een gedicht? Ik weet 't niet... het is een ode... en dan is overdrijving bijna onvermijdelijk...
:-)
groetjes
J
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