walking down the Half-Moon-Lane
the clouds were crying
the wind was yelling and blowing crazily
stirring the branches of the
giant maple tree
disturbed birds
flutter sadly
for another shelter
don’t you worry my maple tree?
your birds will come home
separation will be over
for a moment sadness
embraces me
i fear to walk until i reach
the end of the lane
my steps are fearful
on the pavement
i look and see
a lonely bench
sad and damp
tomorrow sun will shine
and a passer-by
will share your loneliness
i don’t know how briefly
if i should tell you
you know...
how it started
i know you wouldn’t
want to discuss that
right now
i just added you in
i wasn’t initiating
i will be there until
the bitter end/
who knows?
we will meet again
i am leaving you this poem
read it
read it when the silence
of the night
utters no sound.

Gunsel Djemal 6/7/2009 Half-Moon-Lane/North Dulwich-London