When we wither away,
and the memory of ourselves fade,
will we still be here?
Will our steps still imprint the Earth,
for anyone to speak our name,
after all that have known us are gone?
Will we be hiding behind the moon,
or dancing on the sun;
become an endless witness,
or will it be like it had never begun?
Will it hurt? Will I be scared,
after I have come to my end?
Won't I still have reason to cry,
if I find myself drifting through the clouds?
How human will I be without my doubts,
my fear, my pain? When all sense of wonder is either;
simply answered,
or never to be seen again.
JE LEEST
Poems (English/Dutch)
SpiritualI might have erased your texts, But I will never forget what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, But I will never forget your voice. We might have stopped hugging, But I will never forget how you smell. Anything we did, I will never forget. F...
