Don't feel me, M there
can't see me, m air
I'm like your beating heart
Touch the casket and feel my part
Resplendence keeps me on toe
No time for love no chance to go
But I 'll see you someday for sure
That day we will stop and I promise we won't grow anymore
Come and take what's only your
The part of you what been separated so
......
Our lives are divided by a door we can't unlock.
It stands between us-silent,unmoving,
a barrier of breath,memory, and time.
This door rises like a sentinel,
tall as a guard
trained not to speak,
only to keep us apart.
No key fits.
......
There are people I miss,
I cannot find any more...
The ones I miss are happier,
Happier in a merrier place...
They say time heals everything,
I have felt time does not heal anything.
It only washes away the remnants of ache...
The places we once traversed,
......
Ik weet nog hoe je hand de mijne zocht,
alsof je bang was dat ik zou verdwijnen.
Hoe onze stemmen elkaar vonden,
een fluistering in een eindeloos verhaal.
Nu is de stilte wat rest.
Geen woorden meer om te delen,
geen ogen om in te verdrinken.
Alleen de herinnering die aan mij trekt
als een koude,trouwe schaduw.
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......
Our lives are divided by a door we can't unlock.
It stands between us-silent,unmoving,
a barrier of breath,memory, and time.
This door rises like a sentinel,
tall as a guard
trained not to speak,
only to keep us apart.
No key fits.
......
Ik was je adem in de stilte,
je schaduw in het licht.
Ik bestond,
zoals jij bestond in mij.
Nu zwijg je mijn naam weg,
maar ik ben hier nog.
In elke herinnering
die je probeert te vergeten.
Ik weet nog hoe je hand de mijne zocht,
alsof je bang was dat ik zou verdwijnen.
Hoe onze stemmen elkaar vonden,
een fluistering in een eindeloos verhaal.
Nu is de stilte wat rest.
Geen woorden meer om te delen,
geen ogen om in te verdrinken.
Alleen de herinnering die aan mij trekt
als een koude,trouwe schaduw.
......
Peter Perkins loved tasty pumpkin, in pies, in puddings and etcetera;
Which filled their house with tempting smells, so said his wife, Elena.
Beloved Elena was a splendid cook, to which fond Peter could attest,
With hand over his crimson heart, like rouge sun dyeing in the west.
The Perkins had a bouncy pet rabbit; and they called him 'Scamper,'
Like pretty, fall leaves forever flying, in hues red, purple and amber.
Frigid days had turned fragrant, and the friendly friends came calling,
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......