THE WHISPER OF THE TREES
I stare at the empty sheet of paper - I close my eyes
Should bind a book and in front of my eyes
but what would it be like? an image starts to take shape -
I look out of the window An image,
and I see the restless trees that makes my blood rush
swaying over the water. makes my fingers itch
What are they afraid of? and before I know it
What are they whispering? I´ve made a book in my mind.
I have to go closer A book
to hear the whispers. that holds the whisper of the trees...
Great calmness takes over me,
I am silent
I let the trees tell.
2005, hand coloured pages