There was a time we lived in those museums
mother, do you remember?

seeing everything from Art Nouveau
to German Expressionism or Cubism

There was a time
we walked on Adenauerplatz beneath old Linden trees

There was a time our winters
were full of german gingerbread & mulled wine

& our Spring
spent wandering the Schlosspark

There was a time we spent our summers
watching swallows by the sunny Wannsee lakes

& our autumns in spacious cafes
& international bookshops

we talked the other day again
about the Russian one

how ever since we left home
we'd not seen so many Russian books in one place

it seems the vision of  home never leaves you
just waits dormant in your heart

for something to remind you of it
just as now that Lesser Ury print

reminded me of our Berlin
& days of Love Parades & blissful freedom

I will not regret the journey
you made us take

because it meant
we got to live in heaven

there was a time we lived there
there was a time we lived there