Grandpa.

    I remember the house,the garden,

I remember the dawn and the dusk,

I remember trees full of fruit and flowers,

I remember birds eating from your hand,

I remember your dog playing happily

while you and I laughed...

I remember your hands on the keynotes,

playing softly old ballads...

Memories of childhood never fade,

they always stay with us...

 

 

 

Memories.

Life at the other side of the river,

images of childhood,

time we shared happily,

for we were immortal.

Gardens in the dusk,

daisies in bloom,

shadows of life to come

messages of other times.

Circles in old sites,

towers in the distance,

life as we used to have,

words whispered in the wind,

sounds echoing in our past.

Echoes.

Echoes in the garden,

echoes of our voices

time as we used to know,

time as we understood.

Life stretching before us,

nothing asked ,a lot shared.

Time and childhood,

two entities not to be fooled.

If only we had known,

if only we had foreseen

our time was but short...

Life unfolds without mercy

your dear presence still looms

over the shrubs left to grow

in a now deserted garden.

 

 

 

Rooms.

 Rooms onto the garden,

curtains in the windows,

potted plants on the window sill

the sounds of fountains and children.

The barking of faithful dogs,

the roaring of your motorcycle.

Our time together,our lives apart

the house of our childhood

we saw many sunsets

but we never got to see 

a single rainbow,

a leprechaum,

a four leaf clove,

a dawn together...

Too many partings,

and not even one beginning.

 

Alfred.

The sound of the piano

in the afternoon,

the sound of bees 

in the garden,

the sound of your voice

in my memories,

my time and yours 

lost in a garden.

I wish I could back,

see you as you once were,

before life changed us

and we became grownups.

Books and an electric train,

a playroom no one uses,

Autumm has settled in

I wander among memories,

and gaze upon your face

as I remember it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Time.

 

Time shields all,dust rests on all,

only the sun can bring life again,

make years become kinder,

memories not so piercing,

past loves sweeter and hates milder.

Only Light can shine again,

declare death beaten to the ground,

restore love and erase hate.

Only Light can make us anew,

bathed in kindness and out of pain.

In search of that Light I walk,

the path has never been harder,

I despair to find the thread

to the elusive centre of the maze.

Still,I go on ,the path is not to run

but to walk ,starting from our garden

to wherever our call takes us.

Garden.

You and I seemed friends long ago

in a garden full of daisies.

We seemed friends and yet weren´t so

in a house full of secrets.

You and I were to grow apart,

to see life and yet distrust it

You and I were born wild

and time tamed us madly.

There were no goodbyes between us,

only memories of a garden.

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Widmung:
To my Grandfather Reginald and to my cousin Alfred.