Kleurenwereld

The night turns
towards the village roofs
Of dried grasses and corrugated iron
That burnt all day
Above our minds

Our minds
They are not the same
They are like the sun and the moon
Both radiating
But one
Dreams harvest from the fields
And one
Dreams harvest from her thoughts
And both
Of us dream too much
While gazing at the rays of light
Shining mighty through the village roofs
Of dried grasses and corrugated iron

Tomorrow will be here soon
And one will walk
Into the fields
And one will wander
Through her thoughts
The same as the day before
And all the other days before
Radiating our dreams
I wonder
What will we become?