15. February 2010
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 rhythm
Lost it’s rhyme
Twelve strikes on the chime
As I’m
Passing skeletons reaching for the sun
A danse macabre, silently spun
My mind wants to wander, wants to run
To another place, wants to pry ajar
A door that leads to a land afar
My heart’s inclined to reminisce
Tries hard to dismiss
Dispel
This state of mind
Don’t want to dwell
On thoughts that do not bode well
And so I go on looking, searching, seeking
For those moments carefully stored away
Filed and numbered for such a day
For times when there may be dismay
And as I retrieve, one by one
All those minute points in time
As I look at all the things I’ve done
I happen upon an autumn day in the sun
It is quite astounding
How my heart’s now pounding
How I hastily open this memory’s page
How I engage
All my senses in this moment past
And I feel its sounds and smells and sights
Fill every corner of my inner chambers fast
These truly are the lights
That break through the darkest nights
These little pleasures, treasures
Points in time, divine
For what would we be
Without any memory?
Without days lived with simple joy and pleasure
How could we cope without such treasure?
I would not want to live from day to day
Without having some to store away
Without having anything to ponder
Anything to look back on, to marvel at and wonder
Such a life would surely be
As if walking over hallowed ground
Over graveyards white and bleached
Over a place perfectly silent, without sound
Until the end of the line has been reached
© Thorsten Becker
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1. February 2010
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
A lover’s trinket
Cherished once like a diamond rare
Do we still care?
If everything fell to ruin today
What would you like to spare?
Little things
Easily overlooked
In these hectic times
Where our schedules are overbooked
Hold on to them
They are your memories
Footnotes rife
With moments past
Lessons learned
Bookmarks of your life
Protect them
Like treasures golden
More valuable then riches
Which cannot buy back precious moments
Display them proudly
Shine a light on them
So that when the night is the darkest
When everything else has faded
When all those memories seem so far
They’ll guiding you back
To who you are
© Thorsten Becker
26. January 2010
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
To always care for those
We hold dear, we hold close
Dedicated to my grandfather, who I only knew for the first 8 years of my life but who will always stay with me. This year marks the 30th anniversary of his death.
© Thorsten Becker
26. January 2010
And so, as the prince of deers settled down in the afternoon sun, right beside me, my thoughts traveled with his, across the plains of fragrant country flowers, over the meadows and streams flowing in the distance. And there was peace.
What simpler joy could there be
Than to just be
What greater joy could there be
Than to just be
To be alive
To be in the moment
To be suspended in eternity
It is all right here, right now
All we need to do is stop chasing after the wind
And hold on instead to the roots of happiness
Nurture love
Cherish humbleness
Fly the kite of kindness
High into the sky
When we step back
No longer occupy every inch of space
When we realize it’s not all about us
But equally about them
Because we’re not independent
But oh so dependent
When we stop wanting
And start giving
Then
We truly start living
© Thorsten Becker
25. January 2010
Lovers’ kiss
One true bliss
Electricity of the soul
Hearts ablaze during a night stroll
Here
Touched by lovers touch
Their love flies
Towards Elysian skies
Ascends through layers of the atmosphere
Straight through the stratosphere
Until leaving behind the exosphere
There
Where everything is oh so clear
Oh so quiet
Where nothing can disturb
Nothing can curb
Lovers’ dreams
Their gleams
Set the heavens alight
Like sparkler’s sparks
On top of sweet delight
© Thorsten Becker
