Early September Dreams ©
Sonja Nic Rafferty
Germany
2002
Another September has spread its special flair,
Golden rays without warning touched my hair.
They don't warm me up nor melt my nightmare.
I shiver from the cold around in that nowhere.
It's not good to become old without realisation
Of a dream, don't take away final improvisation!
No typical storms chase the birds in September
Of 2002, in fact I wish there were some to remember
A feeling when sorrow and loss are not member
Of my daydreams, just blown off like an ember.
It's not good to become old without realisation
Of a dream, don't take away final improvisation!
Busy beetles are still buzzing, I cannot watch!
Cannot listen! sit in my study room, drink a scotch
Underneath an upward-sloping roof, hate the botch!
Staring at my overloaded desk, life is hotch-potch!
It's not good to become old without realisation
Of a dream, don't take away final improvisation!
Really, I've reached out far as a labourer's daughter,
What for? I miss the sparkling Highland spring water!
Want to stop by Loch Lomond, at least a quarter
Of a year! educational establishment, my supporter?
It would be very good to become old with realisation
Of an individual dream, let's try final improvisation!
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