A quarter past ten
I step in the yard
The elated dog rushes by
I take a good look
Around in the dark
Then I gaze up at the sky
The rustling of leaves
The cold autumn air
The wind blowing over the crowns
I loose my footing
As I feel really sad
The stars are beaten by towns
© 2017
Sunday, September 10. 2017
Sad Business
Sunday, August 27. 2017
Another Angle
And where I should be with you
On a pleasant trip to Cornwall
Or any other journey that you like
I offer tongue and head instead
You lost so much beyond retrieval
No rules or goals will brake your fall
Even though we're fortunate on the whole
They say that all these stories
Are not the same as history
And that we ought to know
What's fiction and what's real
But then again, on closer look
We speak a very different truth
About the many ways of stories on the whole
© 2017
On a pleasant trip to Cornwall
Or any other journey that you like
I offer tongue and head instead
You lost so much beyond retrieval
No rules or goals will brake your fall
Even though we're fortunate on the whole
They say that all these stories
Are not the same as history
And that we ought to know
What's fiction and what's real
But then again, on closer look
We speak a very different truth
About the many ways of stories on the whole
© 2017
Tuesday, May 23. 2017
Until I Fall
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