
The bench
Make your life a poem.

The bench
I miss you
your cheerful face
your wise eyes.
I miss you
our spontaneous trips
our conversations.
I miss it
that I felt good
when I was with you.
I miss it
how you treated me,
when I was with you.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to come back.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to be here.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want to talk to you
again.
© W. Donovan

Today might be the day
It seems like a whole eternity has passed
It might be today
I’m so tired now
If only you could stop for a moment
Wander and sing in silence
So that only heaven knows what you say
If you could jump into the water
Icy to the bone, it would tell you
If only you could hear the wind’s whisper
You would know what you want the most
If you could watch and see
Everything would be so much more beautiful
Now I’m just waiting for the day
When it all starts
It might be today
© W. Donovan
I’ve been looking…
Looking for a better way to live my life.
But I haven’t found anything yet,
except a few old books
except a dusty piano,
which plays the tragedy of my life.
Every day.
© W. Donovan
I drew you
on a piece of paper.
I wanted you
to be the way
I wanted to see you.
I felt disappointed
when it turned out
that you were somebody else.
Not the one drawn
on a piece of paper.
© W. Donovan


My body broke into a thousand drops
I am water.
Rain that will never quench your thirst.
Stream that you cannot drink.
Ocean in which you cannot immerse yourself.
© W. Donovan


All I need is…
watching the sea in the morning
drinking tea in the morning
collecting pebbles in the morning
I’m lying on the ocean
and I’m dreaming about you.
Will you be my prince?
The one who
brings me sunflowers.
The one whose words
reach my heart.
The one who
brushes my hair aside.
The one who is
the sun on cloudy days.
The one who
can make me laugh.
Who wants to see a smile
on my face.
Will you be the one?
who cares what I feel
who listens what I say
who remembers what I like
who knows what I want.
Will you be my knight?
or another
episode
meaningless
dust
on my eyelash
that
uninvited
tried to come in
through the locked door
© W. Donovan