The Chest of Golden Memories
 
Memories rich and golden
are but shadows from your past
most days nearly forgotten
but your happiness will last
when alone you go back there
so full of pure delight they were
till it happens unexpectedly
that you remember them too well
in your daydreams or in nightmares
they will come back to tell
their tale of how it really was  
not always fields of bells so blue
nor sunny days and snow-white clouds  
yet there is no cause to dwell
upon what was good or bad in them  
since all your yesterdays are gone
and are simply better left alone
lying where they truly belong
in the chest of golden memories
never to be fully opened up at all
like impressions never analysed
like strange words hardly understood
they belong inside your beating heart
in the chest of golden memories
for no hand or tongue to rip apart.


 

My New-found Land

How strange it was to me
the coast of my father´s land
approaching from the sea
I came with an empty hand
my heart was full of regrets
were all those years forgotten
and gone by without a trace
or would I always have to bear
my shame and my disgrace
my reasons for deserting you
you would not understand
though the love I ever felt for you
I then wanted to embrace

I came back home that day
to beg of you
to forgive me and forget

How strange it is to see
the coast of my new-found land
approaching from the skies
I come with an empty hand
are all those years forgotten
since now they are in the past
I won't think about tomorrow
I've come home to you at last
I offer you my heart and soul
for love is what I feel for you
and to reach you is my goal
to you my land my heart was true
now I wish you would consent

I come back home this day
to beg of you
to forgive me and forget

will you be mine for evermore
and forgive me and forget

Born Under a Bad Moon

The northern king in purple dressed
stares into every heart and soul
the warrior who has conquered all
his bride in black velvet like the sky
cold bright stars in her dove-blue eye
lace of white snow around pale neck.

Red like blood is the setting sun
their wedding feast has just begun.
Join us today in life or death they say
while gentle hearts are heard to pray.

Silence! The warrior king shouts loud.
All problems can love and peace not solve,
the conflicts of the world shall evolve.
For war between our tribes there is a season
and reason we should, while some of us
will do their best to destroy the rest.

Bleeding hearts tolerating all may soon
lead us astray before a bad full moon
will rise in our midst with a greater threat
than we have hitherto dreamt or met.

To war we will ride with courageous hearts
in this evil scheme we shall play our parts
our troops will return defeated or victorious
for cowards there have never been amongst us.

We bid you farewell our beloved ones
If you must pray then pray for us,
that we may return to our father's land,
that this world will know our righteous hand
never theirs who were born under a bad moon
who by own hand choose to die too soon
who wish to leave for a private paradise
of earthly joys promised them by their wise.