jy strek soos ’n bergketting
oor die landskap van my lewe
jou punte en jou wolke sluit my einders in
soms so digby dat ek jou in verbeelding
met die vingers aan kan roer
soms so ver dat die tyd geen sin
meer het nie
ek weet die vrede lê in jou
die son kom uit jou klowe op
en sink weer daarin weg
wanneer dit aand word kan ek jou ruik
jou soetigheid maak my hart ’n klipspringer
en hoog teen jou spitse spoel die nabye
spoel die hemel se skuim
“…You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them… In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night. You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me… You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh.”
“Let there be room left in your heart for the unimaginable. Serendipity has a way of showing itself just when you feel like giving up.”
