INGRID'S WALK [tebo 2013]
behind that noble lonely face,
there's a dreamer jonker's soul
who sang a verse to the wanton wind.
here she smacks her mobile lips.
now with an echo in her voice,
she sings some holy ode of joy.
out of those billowing waters,
ingrid's evolving eve and adam emerged.
to eden woods they chanted rhymes.
on flowing sand she shuffles
and heaves a whistle sigh - but walks ...
back, back into the surging sea ...