I invited you into my house ....
my weakness welcomed you
your patience cured me
my love.

Your songs, your days I have sung
'til now. It's late and getting dark,
let me carry your lamp now
along the stormy path.

Being together ---
the lamp was lit so long
switched off in a wink
we said good bye, still, I'll stay.

Keep one word for me
in your silence, oh world.
When I'm dead remember
I loved.


Marjon van Bruggen
July 2015