the country side mornings. transatlantic thoughts... for a lifetime and more

The country side mornings
we will find again
holding each other in bed
and it wont matter that so early
we will be looking without
looking for something

The ingredients of certainty
are sweets words
written on tapes
for things that came so late
but that the heart received
with open arms

The salvation of the soul
is a very big thing
like a holiday
with a hidden trauma

A deserted beach
and we are lying there
the step of our lives
and it wont matter that so many kisses
before becoming old
will be taken by the waves

And there at the edge of the line
we will be giving away
our old pieces
to those which were so small
but which made shadows
so as to look like palaces