time is a dimension....


Turning

Time is turning,
turns the seasons,
you and me, we all turn
the thunder, the sad
moonlight,
the powerful people, the bad guys
the sobbing turns,
also laughter turns,
joy turns
and becomes pain,
pain turns
and becomes tenderness.
Saturday is coming
when love appears
you climb carefully, you turn,
you rise, you turn, you become
Private, Corporal, Sergeant,
Standard bearer, dust
in the battle, dust in the wind
turns and loosens
dust in the evening
turns clean of dust and fear,
flawless sky
clean and dusky,
dusk turns
immaculately
the perfect night
will overtake.





Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2018-08-08 at 18:29

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