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The curious case of a little old book — Part 2

The curi­ous case of a lit­tle old book — Part 2, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Last year I related the story of an unusual find in a post titled “The curi­ous case of a lit­tle old book”. I’ve had pur­chased a copy of the Roycrofter’s edi­tion of Aucassin & Nico­lette which also, unex­pect­edly so,

Those moments carefully stored away

Those moments care­fully stored away, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am walk­ing over hal­lowed ground Over grave­yards white and bleached It’s per­fectly silent, there is no sound The world is qui­etly beseeched I keep on tread­ing, trudg­ing I behold my soul grudg­ing As I step over sticks and Styx Because time has lost it’s

Little things get easily lost

Lit­tle things get eas­ily lost, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Lit­tle things Get eas­ily lost Eas­ily bro­ken Eas­ily dis­re­garded Dis­carded Thrown by the way­side To the curb­side Child­hood mem­o­ries Of lit­tle toy planes Held between two fin­gers Chas­ing the clouds away Of lit­tle plas­tic ani­mals Con­vers­ing in a gar­den of child­hood bliss And later than

You sacrificed a part of yourself

You sac­ri­ficed a part of your­self, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. You sac­ri­ficed a part of your­self To pro­tect the whole of me To cover me, keep me safe Pro­tect me from life’s cut­ting winds From the cold­ness of frozen hearts From blan­ket­ing notions Descend­ing like white shrouds Through your lov­ing kind­ness you taught me

Far away there

Far away there, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I do not want to be, no I can­not be silent about that which is not here, yet, that which is no there, yet, but that which is far away there, out in the dis­tance, draw­ing ever closer, step by step, beat by beat. Not by our

Summer in my head

Sum­mer in my head, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walk­ing through the mem­o­ries of sum­mer in my head It’s a breezy day, warm and gen­er­ous Strolling down a cob­ble­stone path, hands in pocket Tak­ing a deep breath, stop­ping Eyes closed, lis­ten­ing to the wind in the wil­lows To the rustling and shuf­fling of the grass

Memories almost lost

Mem­o­ries almost lost, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As the mists of Avalon envelop the land specters of the past appear in the dis­tance, dance amongst the trees, tell of honor and love, chivalry and duty, anger and betrayal, hope lost and found – mem­o­ries of the past, mem­o­ries almost lost. © Thorsten Becker