Picture: Dick Bogaards ©

I would like to string my words
as pearls on a silken thread,
like a wreath of white daisies.

In my hands flowers turn into pebbles
which I lay on the shore of broad water,
to span a sparkling bright rainbow
between you and my wandering thoughts.

And if sometimes my words are silent
on these white unwritten pages,
know that I am on a drifting cloud,
lost on my way to your castle in the air.