It's almost the beginning of spring
and locked-down I do miss you so,
while outside the weavers do sing.
It's almost the beginning of spring
...
(after Heinrich Heine)
He thought that their love was something deep
where as a thief at first he stole her heart,
...
I knew that it takes a great man to admit to mistakes
last night while watching the president's address
and a greater man still to rectify whatever it takes,
that the world and this country are in a great mess,
...
Storm clouds spread
like a sinister monster
blurring out the moon
and stars
...
I cannot under stand you
and love that’s vaporized and is suddenly gone.
It’s quarter to twelve at night
and you have broken my heart
...
Between the time that the day dies
and the sun hangs precious
like a ruby in the sky
and the time that the day breaks
...
To where have all the words gone
and why are memories
fading away,
as if they were never
...
It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.
...
Anyone stays at a place
where he feels comfortable
or find no place to stay
and anyone chooses a mate,
...
I am no longer
from you,
because you have
discarded me.
...