The lullaby….



  A lullaby

Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.
The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her.
He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for a second.

He remembered the German Summer 0f 1978 and  the blond hair goddess who stole his heart. He was trying to taste every sweetness that could be touched and to test the limit of mind and body.

On a late August day.  Daniela appeared. She was dressed in white Summer dress, bare shoulders and she was walking bare-foot.  She sat with him and she sang him a lullaby of love.

“Love be sweet, love be dangerous. Darling love make me know madness and the song of perfect place and sweet kiss.
Lover’s love, lover’s love till they have no more to give or need to be touched.
Midnight hour song need to be…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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