A Gypsy at Heart
Looking at things differently
A picture tells a 1 000 stories
MESSAGE
They came from afar
to bring the story
of a new tomorrow
Captured the wind
laughed at the sun
played in the clouds
But down here...
all that was left
a distant image of a sun
tears the only rain
sirens the only laughter
death an everlasting wind
Reality
HAUNTED HARBOUR
At the end of reality
lies the question......
In the sea-mist
the possibility.....
Steered by hollow skeletons
the tattered sails passed
in the darkest hour
the misty reality
of a time
that once was
the conquerors of the sea
The grins edged
to conquer once more
another tale to tell
beyond the possibility of a haunted reality.
MÔRE SE SEER
Neptunus
swaai sy septer
oor my treurige strand
waar die onheilsvoël
se roep
wraakbeswerend
teen my kop pik.
Ek bondel vir een nag
jou hare in my vingers
trek jou lag
teen my lyf vas
Die koue misomlynde son
dag weer
bleek.
NAG
Donker spoke
van onoorkombare nagure
slaan jou stem
in ‘n falsetto - histerie
deur my
Ek gryp na jou oë in die mure
ruk stukke pleistergate
in my hande
Ek soek jou mond
in foto-drome
versplinterd in die klein gaatjies
van ‘n 24-uur nag
Ek slaap jou na ‘n
ander ruimte
en word
wakker
met jou lag in my
hande
