Strolling through these woods makes me smile
When I feel the playful wind breeze by me and make the leaves sing
Song which sounds the same as before yet there isn’t one that is exactly alike
I don’t mean this to sound cute or some such
Just a way you make me feel,
Always the same yet very different each time
Like a deck of cards you pick one hoping it will bring you luck in game
I no longer await that card
Each chance I ride to its full eclipse
If watching the stars at night in the middle of nowhere
While the fireworks were going up into the dark sky
Which opens its arms and accepts the intrusion as if
It was always intended
Kind of like you
Always intended and now rising to the occasion
I open my arms to your intense rising,
May you be the card or the cherry tree from early childhood memories
Time is not always kind but it is right, in any case
And the cherry story you ask
Do you see the albatross story in your days of youth as I?
It’s correlation to a new start, hope and chance in a form of a child?
I dream of less than perfect prunes filling up a deep bowl resting on a wooden porch
Sewed with the shadow’s of a man’s life
My grandfather made when his albatross has made his visit known
I shared something with you yesterday
We swung the afternoon away, it was decorated with sunrays
Which were calm and beyond gentle
Back when I was a child in Europe
We all had such a summer house
There was a huge cherry tree in my neighbor's garden
Of course a long thick rope was attached to it’s strongest of branches
We’d climb up the cherry stairs grab a handful of wine red pairs
Dress them over our ears no matter boy or girl
Swung for hours on end in bliss
There maybe you see it too, how simple and true.
Always it sings and sounds the same yet it’s never alike,
Like you, like I, like the moon at night.
On 9.5.05
