Als het dromen zijn,
dan klamp ik me vast
aan dat stukje wolk,
aan je kussen.
En het mijne.

Als het echt een droom is,
dan zweef ik zonder
lichaam tussen lichtpuntjes
en dwarrel neer naast
je warme buik.

Als dit een droom is,
dan blijf ik hier.
Als ik dit droom,
dan word ik niet, nooit
meer wakker.

It depends on how you look at it, she said.
With her eyes wide open and her mind in the wind.
It looks good from where I'm standing, she said.
Then she blindly turned around and died.

Don't you give up on love, she repeated in a whisper.
To herself, to me, to everyone who already had.
Don't you ever give up on people, don't you ever...
But she was a ghost with no voice.

She was never worth listening to, I said.
With my eyes closed, trying to hold back a tear.
Trying to shut her mouth, trying not to hear.
Unable to let her die, I briskly turned around.

I won't give up on love, I screamed repeatedly.
But I have to give up on you, wish I already had.
People will not go before their time, they will never.
But you've had yours, you've only done me bad.

You know I will rise from the dead, the phoenix said.
Because that's what I am, that is what you made me.
And I know that I'll let her, because that's who I am.
Against my will, I can't let her die, I need her to be.

The purpose of you for me

If this was the purpose of you for me
then it worked, you were used well.
But I refuse.

to believe that so short a time can be this strong
a heartbreak. When I think of the sense of it all.
No sense at all.

A twofold purpose for you, breaking me off
from a long gone past, from a wrong future.
How wrong are you, then?

If this was the purpose of you for me
then I used you without knowing it, for I
wished your purpose was my future.

about things going wrong and things going right

If in your head the picture fits,
it wants to break away again.
Your eyes color the scene differently
with every other look.

And you feel that life is all
about things going wrong
and about things going right
where you didn't want them.

One look to forget, one gaze
to blow up and make of more
significance than that one who is not
the one intended it to be.

And that is how things go
wrong and how things go
right
off the cliff.

But wait and see
they might be hanging.
It just depends on who's
looking and with whose eyes.

Slip out of your sweater and into my bed,
cry out in the gutter to be inside instead.
You'll be what you dreamt of and wish you had not
forgotten that this spot is everything you got.

Slide over to my side, I'll throw away the key
to the clown you have always wanted me to be.
I'll be your ghost in a closet, the one that you keep
pushing and pulling, make laugh and make weep.

But there will be a rainbow and there will be a smile
and we'll have fun together, at least for a while.
Till we crash but who cares! We never will, for
we live until we die; we do not stop before.

The smell of fall is ready for you

So when the sun rises higher
you start flying high tide,
only to be licking your wounds
every fall.

The chances this year
would save you the trouble
and let you stand tall
were small
to begin with.

Make your hard way
through winter.
You know you will
have forgotten by spring
that you just started
a new cycle.