Remembrance

 

                      Barefooted,

                In the still dewy grass,

               I was searching for you

       Wandering towards the mountain

                where the Inland Ice

has been gnawing and polishing the surface

             during thousands of years.

       And there – on a southerly slope

                       I found you,

                          Naked,

         sunbathing in the morning sun.

                  And in your nudity,

             Lovely like an Aphrodite

        Just born out of the foamy sea,

          You reached out your arms

              Offering me your love.

                And lowering down,

             Embracing each other 

                  We sailed away,

              On the ocean of Love.

                                           16 juni 2003
 

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