Van Veen Herman
Miscellaneous
Circles
Round like the wine stain from the day before yesterday
On the dirty table top
Golden drops of sunlight play
On the cold tiled path
And the ripples in the pond
And a spider's safety net
Are all just circles
Without end or beginning
And time wears out the days
With the hands of the clock
That slowly grinds away the hours
Very silently, without shock
There is no medicine
Against being old or lonely
In the evening when you look through your eyelashes
Sometimes you see the sun setting
In a feast of yellow sparks
That seem to be in bloom
And the stars on your retina
Draw stripes in the sky
/>But as soon as the night approaches again
Your dreams take flight
By a clock with crooked hands
That grinds time into pieces
Summer is in tatters again
/>For the clock has not failed
There is no medicine
Against being old or lonely
Count the smooth pebbles
With which you fill your pockets
But the most beautiful one went lost
Because of your own stupid fault
When you walked with her along the beach
Every shell was a jewel
But now you see nothing but pebbles
Big and gray and far too much
Hear whispers in the rustling
Of the restless sea
If you couldn't miss her then
Why didn't you come along
When the farewell of the summer
You finally saw danger
When every leaf turned a color
Of her honey-yellow hair
The wrinkles in the pond
The webs of a spider
Just like that circles in space
Without end or beginning
In an endless chorus
There is no medicine
Against being old or lonely
Roland Siebelink

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