“Your feelings

In a place where there is nothing to seek,
Where your scent is the only worth pursuing streak,
Of memories, of feelings, of old times, of you and me,
A place where there is nothing to seek, yet you can be and I can be,

A wandering feeling roaming the vastness of this emotion,
Where everything is held intact by your memories and their notion,
And in this feeling I lie wrapped within your warm feelings,
As the emotion grows intense, I then am reduced to nothing, but just a scent of your feelings,

It is a beautiful place, that is calm and too quiet,
The same place, where we had held hands and walked and met,
Not somebody, but each other, you and me,
But now the quiet looms all over, there is just the memories, the feelings, all still alive within me,

I often walk in this wilderness of emotions and memories,
And I feel questioned by the rustling leaves of the autumn trees,
As if they seek your whereabouts in me, in my eyes, in my gestures,
But all my memories are signatures of our moments of togetherness, experienced in the vastness of the life’s pastures,

Where today many flowers bloom everywhere,
They all bear your scent, your colours, but you are nowhere,
However, these flowers last forever, and thus they feed my relentless wanderings,
And there my love Irma you somehow appear everywhere, and I repose occupied by your wonderings!”