the old tune

Suddenly the old tune comes back to me.

A faithful companion ,whose date of death 

I have long forgotten...

 It's a woman's voice knocking at the door 

of my inspiration in this little bar where I've 

a date with elizabeth Montgomery...

  '' Come close to me ,

and remember when life was nothing 

but a path strawn with whims and follies ,

 let revisit the dreams we had in our 20s ! ''

 Sorry darling but I forgot the lyrics...

Harvests was still so far away and the mirror

of the seasons still hesitated to lay white

upon the furrows of the bare fields...

  I have become a poet who writes 

only to ward of spells ...

 The war never came and I killed only 

the hours that never die...

 You see, the craddle remains empty 

and the romance took a one-way trip 

into limbo ...

  In the end you come to find comfort 

even in solitude .

  I find myself humming that old tune again 

that carries the gentle weariness of life ...

  The fading voice whispers to me :

'' Let's laugh at the illusions of our 20 s ! ''

Maybe that's the kind of prophecy 

we understand only before the big departure ...

 Thank you  my  dear Elizabeth .

Never laugh at the old tune ...