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Click hereYes, inspired by David Bowie’s “Heroes”
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far from ears and eyes, as we planned
in the undivided moonshine
we are united, hand in hand
dawning in the distant skyline
illuminating no man’s land
two hearts are one, but must untwine
We’ll meet again, tomorrow, in May
We goodbye lovers, can’t we just stay?
the line we stood on yesterday
was overgrown with nets so tight
to catch all floating dreams in flight
tears come and stay, dreams go astray
illusions, pathless, fade to gray
what remains is our daily night
We’ll need to part and find a way
We could be lovers, hear me allay!
who can conjure away this fence
make this tight barrier less dense
liberate our trapped finger tips
night’s endless longing less intense
but wire, meant to cut into hips,
isolates never meeting lips
We cry in pain when together we say
We should be lovers, just for one day
wished our love was shiny and new
like on that first November date
our encounter on today’s fate
long forgotten this morning’s dew
like the certainties we once knew
drowned by all what happened of late
We heard rumors to our dismay
We would be lovers, that’s what they splay
innocence of youth
we believed in truth
now no words that soothe
but their foul-mouthed play
hope starts to decay
as they drag you away
Left behind, I start to replay
Wished we were lovers, every day
Now, never be lovers, not for one…
...not just One Day
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born and raised in a country divided
where hands of power drew a line
throughout houses, heads and hearts
roofless walls made a prison, not a home
but soon and over time
some inmates grew sick
of every companion
a potential warden
who to trust
when words are weighed
and gestures noted
by friends and mates
from faraway
the sirens’ call
‘the world is yours’
so tempting
so inviting
so magnetic
so enduring
some tried their luck
but Dame Fortune is a capricious one...
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Now, after all these years,
with one wall gone,
I look around and wonder
Does freedom belong behind walls,
#again?
An annotation on the second illustration. The 'face' is a collage of photos of about one hundred people who lost their life at the Berlin Wall.
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Thank you all for your comments.
Much to contemplate.
Can freedom be achieved only within the confines of limitless love?
Thank you for breaking through the barriers....