Words
Deur Mandi Engelbrecht
You are to close to me
and I am too real for you.
Words all these words
that brought us together
yet keep us assailing
in very different sea's
Are they the compass
that keep us true?
or the lingering sea birds
that leads us astray?
Words nothing more that words
hunts this restless night down
when I slowly turn a page
of a book never written in
blank pages of a love
never felt by you
Closer we bond
and play with these words
you ever so skillful
me always learning to be
27-2-2005