The blood vessels in my eyes bleed.
On the highway to your heart they feed.
Silicon in these stones, wash the skin from my hands.
Water shifts the particles of sand.
Gravity pulls the flow of the river.
Memory of that dawn sinks deeper.
All the birds seem to flying in the same direction.
Infected by the love of the sun, in this frozen section.
Todays mist dances with yesterdays dust.
Even the fox in your eyes, i trust.
© Deon Heemskerk 2013
The man with the white blanket chases me down this early corridor.
His fingers cover my eyes,
only can i focus on the floor.
This ant track fixes my direction,
nose tasting the fresh breeze.
Mystical twisted tree revealed for a second,
just in view for a tease.
Its arms pointed skyward,
as if reaching and pulling the energy down from above.
Long he has seen the passing of the ants and gives them the breath of his love.
© Deon Heemskerk 29-12-2012