On bare feet intimately hand in hand, Our souls immersed in deep and close affection We walked along the shore on humid sand, The water glittered in the sun’s reflection. We breathed contentment from the summer air, We felt the peace so tenderly together, A salty breeze played in your flying hair And feelings hovered like a seagull-feather. …
Kategorie: Gedichte in englischer Sprache
The very Moment
Time flows in the streambed of our fate, Draws us to the mouth, to endless oceans Through the rapids of despair and hate, Floating on the surface of emotions. Ancient jugs of being, they run out, And the paintings on the wall are fading, Our hands begin to fail with gout, Our future seems to go degrading. Let…
Longings
Like searching innocent and tiny childrens hands The small and timid waves of tender splashing surf Roll on and rummage softly in the whirling sands While summer winds are playing in the wavy turf. Far out there in the glistening of shining blue When skies and earthly waters quietly embrace May be the place where some day all my…
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes She stood upon a rock above the shore In trepidation and with trembling knees, Her soul astir- from desperation sore. The casket in her hands contained decease. Her glance was set upon the wavy sea And there she saw the good and happy years, Ere age and illness asked their cruel fee. At last the…
A glimpse behind
A Glimpse behind Would you have the courage to reverse your being, Only just for seeing What the covert shadows of your life are hiding, Realize profundity of the emotions And to catch a tiny glimpse behind, for guiding You to see the real deepness of your notions? Would you dare to leave your mirror’s fairyland Just to…
Enchanting Ocean
Enchanting Ocean There is a peaceful whisper in the air, Delightful silent sound I cannot hear. It seems to come from there and anywhere And chimes from far away as well as near. In dreams it glides enchantedly along Like in a warm and tender sea born breeze, Is even hiding in the seagull’s song And bears for…
Bass Rock
Enormously the rock juts out the ocean Surrounded by the foam of feral surge A garland at the famous islands verge With waves that bleed to death in locomotion. The stone stands stable, never will surrender Withstanding surf and storms and even time. Apart reality it seems to chime A silent sound mysteriously tender. In quietude the island…