Hands outstretched,
Barefoot,
She runs towards him,
In sweetest of greeting.
...
And from the ashes,
never rose a phoenix as before
its eyes,
...
Come here, come to me,
How afraid I am can’t you see,
You have always been there,
Always taking care of me.
...
I see you down the old club
You wear short skirt
And look like slug.
Red hair, lips and fingernails,
...
A stone cold heartless body,
Decorated by running scars,
The lifeless eyes which stare,
Far ahead, in the anticipation f dark.
...
I walk the steps,
The spring blooms
River swishes
Over the horizon
...
A last look, a last word
The parting smile
And unshed tears,
You are giving these to him
...
There she stands
On the marble dais
Long limbs, smooth hands
Head bent,
...
Ancient it is,
The run down chapel,
Surrounded by sturdy old trees,
The emptiness lurking from behind its walls,
...
We stand at the steps,
His hand is round my waist,
In gesture of ease, love
And feelings supple.
...