hope's shadow

Like nothing ever a given as simple as we thought it might

Only straight forward paths paved for the fools it seem

How could this have happened, this notice escaped my sight

An unforeseen nightmare replaced a once vivid vague dream.

Unthinkable. Unknown. Unfair! Unfair.

Excite shadowed by past fear of not mine

This phenomenon too uncertain to declare

And now I have to stare at a red drawn line.

Beware of bitterness as it is poison to a heart

It bleeds and blinds for the good to see

And the mind follows destruction bears part

Stay true to all that you know to be.

But this too, shall come to pass, I trust

Even though I loathe that experience comes my way

Choice lay before us, with consequences dust

No friend survives but brothers will forever stay.

hope

And just like that it was the best time ever
talking and laughing and dancing away
my heart excite in the strangest unknown way
with only the thought to never say never.

No haste within me and yet the days seem short
I hope a friend, in time, will become my dream of you.
I cannot wait for the next adventure due
I find myself lost; in your smile I am caught.

I listened with my eyes as your face told the tale
genuine at its purest resides in your words said
I live with hope always by my side and you I met
moving toward the edge, letting go of the rail...

So here we are and I have no idea where
but there's nowhere else I would rather be
breaking my mind wondering if you will see me
but I stand
                and when you look,
                                            I will be there.

the best day was tomorrow PART II

My mind excite by the thought of you

Longing each moment for your attention

Presence too, fairly worth a subtle mention

Your intention escapes my vaguest clue.

If only I could know what time you have to share

Burning not knowing what result lay in wait

Should be chanced before regret laughs at late

I am willing, standing here, my heart to tear.

Missing what once was in front of me

Wondering if this enchantment has passed

I truly hope that it will longer last

All that is needed; for you to see.

Should it be the case in near future days

‘Tis happiness at its most brilliant sight

For you and me to find us in all known light

So there I’ll wait in tomorrow’s unknown ways.

the best day was tomorrow PART I

There’s a weird way that this is too coincidental to be chance

Feelings these days they take away too easy by words caught

The joy meant for our hearts missing by thought

Once again I find myself thinking about our last dance…

 ‘Twas what brought me here to my words that say

That I decide it will not be the end

But merely the courage to dare the bend.

Tonight I want to say thank you for it all, each day.

And I dare tomorrow to be better than last

No fright will be as it once seemed in size

And it will be as I look through my own eyes

This world we know only as most vast.

Though only thoughts exist in this place

Tomorrow is a new day with light not spent

May I experience your presence as if sent

I smile with intend toward your face.

Avis-tannie

So…as ek nou hier sit en wonder of jy soos die Avis-tannie is, wat vir almal mooi glimlag en laat warm voel, of is jy regtig, soos regtig opgewonde as jy my sien, soos ek word as ek jou sien en met jou praat dan word ek weer opgewonde oor roomys en afrikaanse liedjies want dit beteken ek kan met jou dans en dan as jy naby my is besef ek weer hoe lekker jy ruik en hoe jou oë skitter in die selfs die swakste lig en ek sien hoe jy lag vir my eenvoudige tolla grappies en hoe jou gesig ophelder as ek praat oor enige iets soos oestyd op die plaas of dink jy partykeer aan my soos ek aan jou dink of is die boodskappe net ‘n tydverdryf van die vrae wat in my hart rond dryf en dan as ek weer aan jou dink verlang ek, maar hoe kan dit dan wees dat ek verlang na iemand wat ek nie eens so goed ken nie, is dit omdat ek jou wil leer ken en wil wys wie ek is en dis dan wanneer ek weer wonder; beleef ek die opregteheid of sien ek wat ek wil sien en gaan ek nou my skaam wanneer ek jou vra of jy saam met my wil gaan wynproe of roomys of koffie kry of fliek en die ergste van alles is dat ek hierdie alles vir jou moet sê maar sê nou jy is die Avis-tannie?

Maar sê nou jy is nie…

20 sekondes vaart

20 sekondes gewaag, gewerk, geval
sag-hard, geen keer
Nou, ver weg, Bijl of Wit-Noord,
wanneer hoor ek jou lag weer?

Natuurlike beeldskoon
net met bietjie kleur gekroon
wat ek glo wil my nie bedien
met myself moet ek baklei.

Liewe lieweheersbesie
jou rare prag-wonder spesie
nog nie eens gesien
wetend dit is net sy.

Ek wil vat aan jou hand, dis buite reik...
jy sit langs my
Ek wil jou hare uit jou gesig vee...
sien hoe dit oor jou wang gly.

'n Duisend verskonings, redes, pleite...
'n duisend verkeerde keuses. Feite.
Geen foto vang vas
wat in jou oë geskryf was.

Skuldige aanrakings vul leë beloftes
vryheid ontneem, geanker aan land
plat water en ek wonder of die see te rof is?
soos 'n bingo kaart vol raak, val die tydsand deur my hand.

'n Legkaart waarvan twee stukke verlore was
onwetend, is die prentjie vol gepas.
Vir 'n oombliklike ewigheid het 'ons' perfek gevoel,
met niks wou ek jou los, met my alles dit bedoel.

"Wat as"-gedagtes dryf deur my kop
my hart breek my brein.
Die boot wil diep blou toe draai
en veilig vaar, ver, vir altyd uit sein.

'n Ver weg droom vaar in en uit fokus
my hart vra of ek in jou gedagtes ook is?
Jou hart kruip weg om 'n ander hoek
die stilte in jou woorde skryf 'n volle ou boek.

Op 'n donker verwagte dag
my hardop vir 'n skerm laat lag...
Jare laas so gedink, gevoel, geskryf
oor jou en denke en lag en lyf.

Ek hoor jou stem, droom oor jou lag
en ek sien jou gesig in elke lied
lewe is weer lekker...elke dag!
in verwondering oor wat môre mag bied...

Ek sien die volmaan helder skyn op my stoep
selfs meer op my hart en in my oë...
Hoor jy hom ook; jou na my toe roep?
op die kortste lys, vind ek jou verste bo.

Skielik, ontydig my woorde weggevat
ek wou die beter glo,
het geen hoop verloor
maar jou hart stap terug na 'n vroeër pad

en steeds...

geen woorde vang was wat daardie aand in jou oë geskryf was.