And the water takes your name 

The wind is stretched out on the dike.
In the clouds I smell the breath
of the salt and sand dunes.
I take the sun in the water

and pour over her head and neck.
The affected animal shiver in my
thriving hip - like rain on reed.
In the sand wears my steps,

I write you in a nutshell.
And the water takes your name.
In the fearful claps of
thunder I hear a bird.

Thierry Deleu