Do you remember when we walked
into the sea
and on the sand ?
Do you remember
Liza with a Zee
as if she was here only yesterday?
And the people
in the ports of Amsterdam?
You loved them as I did,
As if they were flowers
someone had forgotten to water.
The moments with you
were the moments in my life
I could scarcely forget
even if I tried to shove them
into some dusty hideaway corner.
How many times have I remembered,
after forgetting for so long?
As the wind would blow and stop,
and blow again some day.
And do you remember
the seabird overhead,
trying to tell us
something about life.
With his voice full of anguish
and loneliness-longing …
flying high,
flying into realms of seagull joy.
Inviting us to join in heart
as we watch from far below.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Do you remember when we walked
into the sea
and on the sand ?
Do you remember
Liza with a Zee
as if she was here only yesterday?
And the people
in the ports of Amsterdam?
You loved them as I did,
As if they were flowers
someone had forgotten to water.
The moments with you
were the moments in my life
I could scarcely forget
even if I tried to shove them
into some dusty hideaway corner.
How many times have I remembered,
after forgetting for so long?
As the wind would blow and stop,
and blow again some day.
And do you remember
the seabird overhead,
trying to tell us
something about life.
With his voice full of anguish
and loneliness-longing …
flying high,
flying into realms of seagull joy.
Inviting us to join in heart
as we watch from far below.
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