My windowsill...

A birthday present for Orin... ^^

- Februari 22nd, 2008 Amsterdam -

Thinking of someday I fell asleep,
sitting on my windowsill.
Tomorrow rushed ahead
and I couldn't even catch up with yesterday.

I don't hear voices
or names, I see the sounds
in gold and silver linings.

I remembered years ahead
some vague phrase,
uttered, incomprehensible
but filled with love,
or a flower,
maybe.