Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......
Let me tuck a flower—
A pretty accessory, to your hair.
As a best friend, as a lover,
Let me spoil you with my care.
Let's have late-night walks,
And visit the park nearby.
Let me make you laugh,
And hug you tightly when you cry.
......
Omwille van de genegenheid
ontdoe ik mijn stem van twijfel.
Ik zie je niet door logica,
maar door de stilte tussen woorden.
Er is geen plan,
geen reden die zich laat uitleggen.
Alleen een zachte beweging van binnen
die richting geeft.
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
your warmth is my mind's peace
yet, the ease of my soul doesn't quite fancy you
as simple as it may sound
I can't decide
indecisive, as I have always been
I went on with the flow
and life or say desire chose you
for granted seems the soul to us
......
Let me tuck a flower—
A pretty accessory, to your hair.
As a best friend, as a lover,
Let me spoil you with my care.
Let's have late-night walks,
And visit the park nearby.
Let me make you laugh,
And hug you tightly when you cry.
......
Omwille van de genegenheid
ontdoe ik mijn stem van twijfel.
Ik zie je niet door logica,
maar door de stilte tussen woorden.
Er is geen plan,
geen reden die zich laat uitleggen.
Alleen een zachte beweging van binnen
die richting geeft.
......
your warmth is my mind's peace
yet, the ease of my soul doesn't quite fancy you
as simple as it may sound
I can't decide
indecisive, as I have always been
I went on with the flow
and life or say desire chose you
for granted seems the soul to us
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......