Herfst

aangekomen in de herfst
van een leven
kerft een vallend blad
al bladerend
zijn verhaal in de bast
van een oude boom
die allang wist
dat zijn verhaal
in schrift gevat was...

aangekomen
in de herfst van een leven
valt een blad
voor de laatste maal

(c) JR. 2020

Floating

I have to live this life
one thing I must do
something you get
born into
I feel like floating
down a stream
don't know
where it leads me
I just can't see
it's like a dream
floating
in different directions
all of them new
it's all a surprise
what I find
It's called life
it's a sunrise
a new dawn
I'm floating
down a stream
can't see
it coming to an end
somewhere, somehow
I believe
there's a place
where I'll stay
come to a rest
somehow, somewhere
this stream will end

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees

With me

wherever you go
wherever you are
I'll be there
you'll be there
waiting for me
waiting for it to happen
to bring us together
to go all the way
not to hesitate
yet never to hate

but keep it all in the heart
in the mind, in the soul
we were whole
nothing can take away
nothing can change the day
I met you, cherished you
envied you
for the beauty you had
all of it you shared
with me

with me
only with me
you shared
all you had
without regret
your soul lay bare
for me to care
and keep always
you never questioned me
you trusted me
you were a leaf
floating on the wind
carried to me
to find
to bring home
with me

and you stayed
never complained
never could I fail
in your eyes I was great
we had a lifelong date
I'm so glad for what we have
what we've got
seems to be enough for us
not to be blown away
not to float away
to another place
you stayed
found your tree agian
to celebrate
our union
that took place
and you stayed
never complained
you stayed
with me

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees l

Vergeten

de zon was rijzende
de dag
was aan het breken
en
bedankte de nacht
voor
zijn aanwezigheid

de dauw
lag nog over
het land
er hing een stilte
een magische stilte...

er werd geroepen
een sirene
scheurde de magie
aan flarden

op de weg
lag
een hoopje mens
even
heel kort

de drukte ebde
weg

bijna achteloos
weg geworpen
in de berm
ligt een fietsje...

vergeten

(c) JR. 2020

A lonely door

when death becomes
a lonely door closin'
its always best to keep in mind
closing it should only be left
up to time to decide for
so live your life live it well
and when it does close
there's this whole new place to dwell
but you will know you should be proud
'cause you've done well

(c) JR. 2020

A slow pain

there's a slow pain
penetrating my heart
I think somehow
I'm almost certain
almost convinced
it has reached
each and every part
it must be love
there's a slow pain
penetrating my heart

strong talk of what you have
talk of what it is
to be on top of things
seems all so very important
I don't need it so much
only thing I can think of
is it in you to love
'cause a slow pain is
penetrating my heart

all the strong talk
cannot diguise
cannot even hide
what's going on inside
what's happening to you
I can only guess what I see
it must be love you need
something you could get
if you just don't let it be

now you've stopped
your eyes lock into mine
with a strange tempting look
and you feel a slow pain on the rise
it shows in your eyes
I read in it your thoughts
I know what you've got
a slow pain's penetrating
your heart

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees

A house with many rooms

in a house with many rooms
all with a part of my life
I'm dusting them one by one
see what I find

it's bits and pieces
and I don't see what I like
been making some wrong turns
those doors are closing in my face
got to open them up again

and I can't let go of those memories
they're so much a part of me
even though they're bad
they're all I ever had

I seem to have lost the key
a world has turned me out
gonna build a new one
those doors will open loud

and the house it will be standing
as it always did with closed doors
they will open up once more
with the many rooms
with all the memories

so let me live my life
I've lived hard and long
it will pass
and I'll walk along

(c) JR. eightees-ninetees