Poetry

I

Minette, the wind now whispers, are sometimes raging
as if its calling your name while I am aging
and forever you will be sweet and young,
sometimes it feels as if around me a war is waging

while I am trying to find my way
in a world where destiny sometimes havoc play
are looking for answers to the questions of life and living
while my life passes without you day after day.

II

Far too happy was the day that we met
as if by some fiddling of destiny it was set
and while I stopped to give you help
with tears your cheeks was wet,

but the smile that came upon your face
said thank you with a kind of amazing grace
while I changed your car’s tire
from sudden nervousness my hands felt out of place.

It was as if the morning sun
had suddenly risen before the day had begun
and although we did not say a single word
your company was loads of fun.

In my car’s four sharp head lamps your golden hair
was pretty and you were more beautiful than just fair
while on the wind I caught a whiff of your scent
it felt as if your presence was predetermined to be there.

III

That summer was a really lovely one
even the breeze had a joyous tone
while we laughed fell in love almost at a whim
and far too quickly our time together was gone.

You were so part of me you were in my heart and head,
in quick understanding few words were ever said
but our loving, our companionship and understanding was intense
and together we could only see great things lying ahead.


IV

Standing at your grave I saw the wind
turning the red sand into clouds of dust,
coming strong from behind
and at your death broken
there was no answer that I could find.

Maybe we had to much sheer happiness
found a lifetime’s joy in our moments of bliss
as we thought that the rest of our lives
would simply be like this.

V

At times I have tried to forget you
have tried to paint my life a different hue,
forget the way it was between us
but some memories always stay true

and memories at times brings everything back
when you return with an uncanny knack
and in lonely evenings
when the sky is black

I dream of you joining me
and like always you look happy and free
while from each other we are separated
and there’s an inadequacy

a dividing thing between the living and the dead
and sometimes our meetings come with a kind of dread
while you stay part of me
and it’s a strange, strange life to lead.

VI

Minette, the wind howls, there’s rain
coming down while lightning bolts flash again and again
and it’s almost as if I can touch you, catch your essence
but my heart is full of pain

and maybe its time to say goodbye,
in this rainy, stormy weather
to really again live in a place where the sun shines
when the sky glows within its ether.