Before we met
We said not to regret
Anything we asked
Anything we did
Discovered in a lovely shroud
There are no monsters
In the headlights of our love
Nothing pending that
We cannot keep
No snowstorms that
Could make us weak
Rolling round in twigs
And branches sticks
Bundled up like notes of love
Ready to be cast away
Like a message in a bottle
To inspire some other lovers
On some distant shore
To find each other
Unwrapping one another
Piece by piece
Like some intimate gift
I’m having distant memories
Before we’ve lived them
Like an awakening of what
We’ve planned on living
In a village or at the end
Of Scheveningen Pier
Exhumed like riches
Buried for centuries upon years
Sung with the wisdom of a song
Near to the dreams of
Canyon wren calls
From the west of rocky cliffs
Among the words lulled
We will hear
There’s nothing better
Than to be with you my dear
There’s nothing better
Than to be with you my dear
© GÄ
Poétique 