Hatto Fischer

After all the strange thoughts

there comes always a next time

like a soft melody to the mind

or dream like images to the body

when lovers are ready to kiss

to fill life with colours of happiness

made out there in the blue

with red, green, yellow, purple and orange

joining in the frolic when she gives him chase

to let him feel where he belongs differently

from childhood days during which he tagged along

behind parents striding ahead on a militant Sunday walk

at such a pace that they missed out at the next intersection

the imagination passing by silently, without greeting,

to give the next generation a chance to find a new path.

HF 25.4.2010

Ποιειν Και Πραττειν - create and do