Summer days have gone

i must admit, i am stunned by this.
I have no idea where these came from.

(...) !!!


In a time of inspiration and a place that i would go
i have come to the conclusion that things grow and move and mold
and they change in size and color and in how they say hello
and they lurk and watch and huddle and they use their branches so
when in time they recognise it is they have no mean to stay
they can jump to new positions and then quickly move away.

now that milk and coffee have been served and everything is known
there are moments i remember and a place i can call home
been invited in by rain storms and by sunny sommer days
and by nights that would last longer and soon put me to a haze
so engaged by all the darkness its like creeping towards the light
for my heart has been suspended and my fears are only fright.


in a moment like a wink i never doubted i would miss
all the things i thought i had before, before the love of bliss
and the change crept in completly, in a quiet yurp of pain
made me realise that i had learned, nothing could stay the same
as when summer time had set the pace and told us where to stay
so the movements that we slowly made would form and show each day.

when you wouldnt say a word at all, a word at all to me
still it felt like conversation might just happen easily
and i didnt see the reason and i didnt have the time
but i took it just to make it, and to call all that time mine
so i gave it to you gratefully and never asked or waited
for the branches that you knew were there but always hesitated.

today.

it is right for us i see it now like playing in the trees
the city birds love lullabies and pretty melodies.

11.11.07

Forgotten dream

I forgot about this.

all these years have passed dear friend and we met so long ago that sometimes i forget it all, that meetings you was so, such a wonderful happening, for me, rough and clear, listening to all the things you wished you did not fear.
i know the stars were out that night i watched them as you talked of stories lived in happiness and ways that would be walked. i heard you whisper softly to me that all would now be well and how i did believe your mouth, i cannot really tell. its not that you reminded me of what i thought might be, its just that you reminded me that living life is free. the years have passed the day has gone and all is setting in, the time we thought would come, is lost, of what we spoke is near.
so here i am, not waiting here, just wondering to see if what you said and what you did would reflect over me. for i can be what i can be if what i am is right, if fright is just a fantasy then love can win the fight, i must go on and do the things i like to do each day, and those days and the time we have is only playful play.
i dream of you sometimes my dear, i feel you in my hair,
i love the dirty skin you have, the smell stays in the air.
a bus to go from here to there, a breeze to fill us in, a certain ground to stand upon, the simple simple things.
soon i can be what i can be, come dance with me and sing and may i be a melody you carry deep within.




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and though you say, love´s not this way and you don´t feel at all, i wonder why you still hold on and keep me from a fall.
but then again you´re just a man and you can hardly tell that holding on and and moving on, weren´t reasons that i fell at all.
while accepting the rejection then, so many times i could take it from them, but i can´t take it from you my friend,
i can´t take it from you.

(2009)
I wanted you to be someone that you are not
and i thought that you were someone that i like