Love.

Like waving waves, from an ocean,
which arises from the bottom of my heart,
she whispers, she calls, she screams,
every roughness smoothing over,with her dress,
gently caressing, covering.

No troubles can stop her, neither closed doors
nor high walls, she rushes on, 
overtrowing every obstacle which is standing in her way.
From infinity, she is flowing. 

Can man put the ocean, in a little box?
Can man impose silence opon the murmur of the waves?
Is it possible for man, to forbid the ocean
to display her briny sea-air?

When she starts flowing, 
nothing can stop her.
Hear the whispering, which is resounding as a scream,
from the wild swirling waves,
which are splashing up silver-white foam:

“Oh my God, oh my God,
free, free, free at last,
free at last! 
Free at last!!!


©Anneke van Nuus

 

midi: Pachalbel Canon