Looking ahead

The paths are empty
The forest trees sway
in the winds of change
that will soon blow away

In the Land of Trees
the bell of change tolls
I see fading
falling away

Time passes slowly
but waits for no man
Your world has shrunk
to not more than your walls

The roads and ways
between forest and river
across heath and frontier
now look for you, in vain

Your work is done
We work for you
Midsummer is past
The night's now closing in

War for our time

An echo from times gone by
four score years and three
but the broken glass
still crunches under the jackboot

Whether script be Cyrillic or Latin
The warnings went unheeded
Peace at all costs, now
War for our time

Summer's light

Summer is approaching
evening's light
but slowly
fades

The trees are green
the flowers robed in colour
the birds busy
about their young

It is
as if
nothing
ever changes

But change
is always,
inexorably,
happening

You enjoyed
that sun splashed
spring
in the Year of Silence

Watching
the old cop shows
on the telly
as the sun went down

The last time
for one thing
and one more thing
crept up the calendar

Until darkness
crept into the
September
evenings

I am content
what happened
had to happen
at that time

The years
will keep coming round
and you'll be with me
forever
Our memories are with me until the Breaking of the Day when the Shadows flee away