Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Beach
The Tides
The tides are rushing out
Just leaving me behind
Running to the ebbing
I cannot catch the surf
I’m stuck in the moment
My soul entwined in you
My heart is thrumming loss
Tuned to fading belief
The sloughing memories
Are leaving me exposed
To roam this empty beach
Must be my destiny…
And for the audio-philes:
That day on the beach
I remember walking strayed
On the beach that distant day -
Reflecting on my sordid life;
The last mistakes I’ve made…
I remember losing faith
On that far-off lonely day -
How could life be justified
With all the hurt I’ve caused…
I remember finding you
As I flirted with the surf -
Angelic white dress floating freely -
Golden halo-hair in wind…
I remember your approach
As you entered my domain -
Your tender eyes could see right through me;
Extricating pain held deeply…
I remember your caress
As you touched my tear-drenched cheeks -
The words you said had pierced my heart;
Releasing anquish trapped inside…
I remember breaking down
As you kissed me lovingly -
Your true compassion melted me;
My brutish soul was healed by you…
I remember all these things
Even though it is too late -
What’s lost in time can not be saved;
My lot now sealed by cruellest fate…
We all have that one critical moment in time where our path could have turned out so much differently… if only things had been different…
Passing by
Time passes by – wondering why -
Wondering what was left behind.
Little knicknacks on the sand
With footprints linking leisurely;
Bridging brittle memories -
Like rainbows without rain,
And a life that was without pain…
Where has it all gone?
Crushed shells on a lovely beach;
Washing, turning, breaking waves -
From a time forgotten in the wind;
Grains of sand from a castle’s walls,
That filled the sky of every dream-
When I loved you, and you loved me…
Longing
I walk along the twilight beach
a shadow on the glistening sand
my patchwork thoughts evaporate
en are haggardly blown away…
my memories are dancing on the waves
the white-floam plumes salute the wind
the lonely sea-song dagger stabs deep
and I bleed my longing and remember…
how the dazzling facets of your soul
blinded my heart like the morning glow
your warm essense consumed my mind;
binding me – embraced for eternity…
I plod along on the cold wet sand
a vagrant vagabond abandoned here
until the night finally tips over
to reveal a brand new day with you…
-Translated from the Afrikaans poem “Verlange” by Francois Bergh
