generations

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

the words reached out

like willing hands towards us:

wait

see, you are young,

see your narrow shoulders,

your unfinished features –

see life stands timidly

like a stranger among you –

hear the quick steps of your thoughts,

when they flee each other,

and wait –

do you now let your words

storm out over the world,

to disturb the calm of people,

tomorrow you will attempt to lure them back in vain –

 

we doubted –