Whispering Waters

The water whispers
in dragonflies and squiggly things
writing criss-cross sounds
among the beetles dance
and a song of the mosquitoes

I’m haunted by a sentence
in my head it doesn’t strike me
as a dance that never starts
and the twilight is withholding it
on my senses

the sound is in the vowels
at the end I’m joining in
just like a fool between idiots
I’m whispering back
and the water calls me
irrevocable within.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
21/09/2014