Monday, 23 June 2014


The wending paths of life are paved with far distances,

Slipping through fingers of time, in memory´s instances,

Between conception & birth, when flung from life´s womb,

From the winding road of childhood, till darkness of tomb.


Clinging to intimacy, with heart´s desperate sad grasping,

Calling back lost closeness, with voices, sorry & grasping,

The distance between war & peace, the hate & the love,

Is closer by far, than earth from the stars, way up above.


The “Once Upon A Time”, of all our loved ones now gone,

Separated by night, from places where sun had once shone,

Across the distant great oceans & all the river´s dry beds,

I hear the echoing voices, of the distant & deep buried dead.


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