If you go away…
Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station and look at the schedule, we would decide a new city to visit. We had just enough money for a cheap hotel, some wine.
I found you at the Bobingen lake in the Spring of 1978, smoking cigarettes and watching the sun fall into the west. We loved Florence and Basel, we loved the songs of Leonard Cohen. I was captivated by your face, your alluring eyes of river blue.
You were my German girl, who loved the slower days. Where we wander the old castles of Europe, we seeks out the ancient cities and I would tell you lullabies of things and people gone.
I remember you told me often, my love, my darling, the calamity of life is we forget to see the vibrant colors of life, we forget the places of quiet aura and fall in the chaos of living. Will you remember me?
When you go away. I told her, I will remember you my dearest gal, I will yearn for these days, when I forget who I was. I will dream of my barefoot girl, who taught me, don’t allow the illusion of false people to steal your dream.
I remember the sadness in her eyes. She knew, she was my Germany and I was a soldier. She whispered to me in the late Spring of 1980.Please Johnnie, find and love the golden Dust. Please Johnnie, follow the sun west and dance with the sea. Be brave and never forget, we danced in Florence, we made love in Tübingen and we drank the sweetest wine in Basel.
Today the old man, he remembered the free days, the lazy days. He told the rising sun. I have forgotten more than I remember. But I remember her.
She became my evening song and wishing well wish. Maybe one day. The old Poet will tell his Germany beauty. Thank you for showing me, life is more than what is near.
Dancing Coyote