Herinneren is een vorm van ontmoeten…

Vandaag was ik bij Antoinette's graf. Zij is dood, maar haar ogen keken mij aan.
En zoveel bloemen, het is fijn dat zij niet vergeten is.

Suddenly before my eyes
hues of indigo arise.
With them, how my spirit sighs
paint the sky with stars.

Only night will ever know
why the heavens never show
all the dreams there are to know
paint the sky with stars.

Who has placed the midnight sky
so a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far
now, who will paint the midnight star?

Night has brought to those who sleep
only dreams they cannot keep.
We have legends in the deep
paint the sky with stars.

Place a name upon the night,
one to set our heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
paint the sky with stars.

jw
sept. 2005