Miskraam

Het onbekende leeft
in de adem van anderen
ongelovelijk vergeten
verdreven alleen
in kilte geboren
als rook in de longen
van een kersverse baby
onnatuurlijk van aard
een ziel vervlogen
liefde vergeten
in alles verdwenen
in niets herinnert
vervallen wegen
waar doden opstaan
hun voeten vegen
eindeloos doorgaan
met laveloze blikken
en de eindeloze leegte
in de ijskoude ogen
van een doodgeboren kind

The Great Voiceless Whisper

Before me vast plains stretch out into nowhere
the river their arms forming bonds and separation
my eyes wander and wonder as I move ahead
uncertain steps followed by the northern wind
pushing me southward into infinity
or whatever it is that is calling me
she asks where I'm going
I say I don't know

I'm greeted daily by birds flying overhead
summoned down south
by the great voiceless whisper
and I feel the shaping of things to come
the voice is inside me too
but the language spoken is foreign to me
the unknown words weave around my body
curling around my arms and legs
directing my eyes and even my thoughts

Only from deep within
comes a feeling of understanding
an ancient language older than the spoken word
beyond sight and sound and modern emotion
but the soul still remembers
echoes of the past that seep down into the whispering wild
a call to those beyond the world of waking
forever sleeping in dens of long forgotten dreams
but the dreamer remembers when the night is awake

And so I am led on
holding the hand of an uncertain destiny
my only companion a nameless one
and the light of stars that died long ago
I go to where the night still remembers
when the day was still young
before plains and rivers
forests and trees
to a place in space
where time has yet to run