It’s a long time I don’t come here
but now that summer is dying
I feel the need to feel right
and
the need to pray
It’s a long time I don’t breath
this air so purifying
that ennobles my sad life
heedlessly I stay
But walking here
I feel I miss so deep
my white angel
Yes today is gone away
in the morning with no blame
but I remember… him along these paths in the wood
It’s a long time the rain is far
but now the fall will bring it
and these dried and speckled fields
will be green
It’s a long time I don’t feel free
like I was in the past years
but the praiseworthy gear
will bring them back
But walking here
I feel I miss so deep
my white angel
Yes today is gone away
in the morning with no blame
but I remember… him along these paths in the wood
17th September 2021 (dedicated to my dog Joke, dead today)
