Luc Fierens

Shifting VII
A beachcarpet stretching the sky.
Kids running in front of the sands,
where waves swallow dying footsteps.
Children glide in the water,
where breakers bath bare feet.
Then there were words, your words
and turned me over in slow episodes
through a fervent story. Lava.
This stifling swamp claimed its grief
when you abandoned me.
I wrote sea sights, which you forgot to read.
Suns wander moons,
caress and beg.
Lovers spread evenings,
dance with white crows.

Luc Fierens
1985