PILLOW NIGHT

Some nights I hold a pillow

whispering your name

long gone are all the memories

but still is there the pain

Death is so hard

but seems so sweet

longing for the silence

but scare to meet the faith

wondering if it will be long away

But then some lights came in

bright and even blinding

so warm and yet so beautiful

it changed my view

Now I try to find the light

following the path of feelings

trying to put my arms around

but yet the light still slips away

Could it be the time

now still to early

need to wait some more

a kiss is on my lips...

Arnaud van der Veere