Dreams are born

At sea

The rudder gives you

A straight course

But the mind keeps meandering

In the long and lonely

Hours of the night

When the stars speak

To the defenseless mind

Making strange pattern

In the conscious mind

Butterflies

Losing power and clout

Falling down the abyss of passivity

A cold and lonely

Road is in front of me

Still it does not matter

Because it’s just a dream

Called reality by the ignorant

Copyright Schibolet

Blue Hope

Dreams of a city

Clear black smoke

Coming out of a window

Lost souls finding redemption

I did fight the fire for a while

Until I realised that the meaning

Were not there anymore

The soul had left the body so

I left to

Finding peace in the country

Heavenly Visit

An angel came to me in my sleep

Slowly speaking with small words

Asking for and giving mercy

And forgiveness to all of the people

And heavenly creatures

A miracle of mercy dissolving

At the time of awakening

The Ocean

Life on a raft

Is dull and boring

Filled with duties

And repetition

Sleepless nights

And days without

Sleep or hope

Of redemption only

The few moments of dreams

At night saves our life

Travel In Bed

Between dream and reality

Hope and despair

Waking up early in the morning

Still filled with the dream

It has been a long

Journey even though

I have not moved

Discovered new streets

And met some odd people

Loop

Sitting in the company of quiet old men

Reading their iPhones for meaning and comfort

While the music keeps humming together

Whit the bakery’s fridge in a very in easy way

We are waiting for the time to go

The time to go to the end

The sun shines through the dirty window

And enlighten our dreams that

Are as dusty as our mind

As rotten as the worst boat you

Can find

It won’t take us anywhere but here

Catch in our own loop

Turning round and round

The end is not near just no need

For fear our hope

Here in our loop