Peace and the nightingale sing in harmony with each other, reminding me of infancy and the cooing of my mother. Thank goodness; like memories of my loved ones that live on,
Oh love, that made the sun so warm and bright! Oh love, that set the stars within the night! I read the pages of my heart each day and strive to live according to love’s way.
We met infront of Marx’s tomb; watched the October setting sun; gazed up as stars rose from the gloom. I chose a star, said “You’re that one”. And then we kissed and raised a fist
May we not fall in love again? Now that the swallows have come home and the bright sun’s once more in the sky and cold and winter snow is gone and the golden flowers are reborn.