Last Trip

by Bob J. Zehmer

A child so sweet, candid, eating chocolate upon the time’s knees
Into the folds of history he lays
Among tales of smoky battles: wars of men.
Wounded glance, broken heart, damned life
You, ghosts of time crowding the rooms empty of toys,
filled with dust, brimful of stars
Where does your morning arise
And your ship sail from?
A man with gorgeous energies had beat the iron, shaped the keys.
Why did you close the doors of the world?
Who are you?
You, great solver of puzzles, what are you gonna ask me more?
Upset woman, I loved you in silence!
Clear man, I couldn’t hold your step.
Tender old woman, we’ll meet again and we’ll be young.
The wave came from the sea and came to impose its force.
Young soldiers, sailors of the celestial vastness
We missed a king to conquer the dust.
Our fathers will be laughing from the past thousands
Fairy hair girl, light dancer
You lived your cheerful time
Impossible love.
Sweet, precious very rare flower
Heaven for a shipwrecked, shining hope
My eyes have seen God and His own goodness!
Little squaw, dream of a great love
You have fallen into the darkness
But an ocean arose and called me to life again
Source of love by sweet kind name
Eyes of sky, hair of sun
You drove the white lady away
You filled my cup with honey
My memories are full to the brim with your tender caresses
But a heavy wave dragged me off.
Attempted love, robbed prince
Widow queen, you gonna get another reign.
Old man, old man, can you remember the red cherry one?
Reach out your hand to me
I will talk about my life,
I will talk about sorrow and I’ll give you my joys
My blood for a little peace,
A little peace, a little peace...

Black knight on the wings
Beat of an instant
Passion of life, shade of misfortune
You left your women crying
Sparkling messenger, not understood, never heard
Another turn of this crazy wheel and I’m gonna meet you again...
Some hard working man was sowing his soil
Sowing and awaiting
His patience was great
His love was tried out
His life completed.
Men of the big hall
You belong to the world and decide of it
I’ve seen your flowers withering
Your dry soils no more beloved by the sky.
Another one kind faint voice
Once more my name and yours
Join together into the roominess of the space around us
The gentle touch of an angel
And my life gonna meet the eternal.
Eastern child, my nice guest
You did never escape
You’ve been watching thru my eyes
How many of them were seeing you?
Lotus flower, early fruit of oblivion
I shall get back to my land hidden child
And I’ll be dressing of you.
Daughter of my youth
Born with the sword, win life my soul love,
discover the world and get amazed of it!
My love, blue eye sight, ocean of peace
Keep me under your sky my fair lady
All my whole life just to be a moment with you.

From: 
Out of Wens

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About Bob J. Zehmer

Biography
Poet, author and writer., Free-thinker, scholar of social sciences and economics., Published works: Gist & Zest, Blue Opera Rock., Zehmer lives in UK, Spain and Italy and he keeps being busy at fighting against all kinds of tyranny.