This is a song. Sing it in your own language

The ocean tides call

The way you call

It carries your voice from a faraway place

A place of rivers, echoes and deep blue matter

I’ve come here to this body of water to reach out to you

It’s what you told me to do

Cos you know, I wouldn’t have thought about it

You said, think about me and you’ll hear me

You will hear my voice

So I’m here, sitting with blue mountains and blue colored skies

…the waves keep crashing at my feet

I wonder, is that you?

The wind keeps ruffling through my hair, tugging.

Is that you?

Photo: Katrien de Blauwer