The Last Love Letters
December 28, 2013 § 4 Comments
Yes, I had someone on my mind when I was writing them, but not always the same one. And because I believe that love letters, one or the other way, always one day return to sender, they are, I guess, love letters to myself, too.4th November
that comes like a summer breeze.
They’re all autumn storms.
the night with the hours ahead,
brutal with those back.10th November
almost midnight, and banned words
escape from prisons.13th November
one more winter, then one more…
Never is so long.14th November
I’ll use the clear morning sky
as my heart’s blueprint.18th Novemeber
in the fog that has covered
this cold night’s full moon23rd November
behind a silence for us
to break with a sigh.3rd December
where darkness is still so kind
and shares a last dream.4th December
has the night kissed you and me
goodbye but came back?
a boneless world where one could
change the shape of all.15th December
like ironed white Sunday shirt
on a wooden chair.
the words of songs when tired?
Be kind, love. Repeat.11th December
writing love letters. I guess
they keep me going.
without a warning, at night,
sleep leaves and you’re there.
a sudden gust of sorrow;
waves on the dark lake.
what will we be thinking of?
It’s all in the fog.16th December
every day to remember
how it is to be.17th December
we also see the others
seeing us seeing.
and your eyes follow the lines
because you can see.19th December
when looking for words at night
wakes us up asking.23rd December
like dark clouds around the house,
a light in each dream.26th December
bear our words and trade them for
moon, wind, stars and snow.27th December
traces of others, long lost;
we dream of footprints.
last letters must be written;
no lists, no wishes