In the clearest night

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In the clearest night

Apparently, I do not have to explain

the difference between a choice or to be chosen.

When I talk, in general, the silent dreamer

knows all colours of silence.

Except for one.

I, who, do not listen, is

not actually a dreamer.

It would not make a difference

to be different.

In my blue bright sky,

I look at my words and simple 

gestures, given in a free spirit.

It is, how you look at it, All.

It really has no price.

I write, it is something extraordinary

and I do not rhyme.

I asked, not to someone,

if it is sufficient, 

when the door is closed.

I say, very orderly,

it would be decent.

And late at night, last night,

yesterday, I remember so,

the lights were taken away,

for a while.

Do not despair or hope, then.

The candles lost all light,

but I saw a white, whitest, 

yellow creamy light above

our Heaven.

And a small statue was enlightened.

She has something in her hand.

I watched, the look of it All.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 7, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10052341-i-had-the-time-to-make-it-alright-all-of

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10051655-it-was-a-midnight-winter-s-dream-no-sound-was-to

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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