Posted by kabouter on November 21, 1998 at 12:18:54:

In the warm blue night
when the loudest sound is a cricket, cheeping
That night we talked for almost the last time
There was a fragrance in the air as sweet as your breath
A white flower on the wall by your bedroom window
Sang of the night in its own deep ecstacy.
I stole that flower like a kiss and pressed it in a book.

Thirty years later you are a distant dream
and I am soon an old man
My love is almost cold
The white flower still has a sweet fragrance
that reminds me of your breath
on the last night we talked together..

kabouter

Nov. 21st 1998