WATCHING A FLOCK OF WILD GEESE

Watching a flock of wild geese

Flying to the distant horizon

Silhouettes in dark blue skies

Each following the same trail

It must be the end of September

Summer is now a dream of the past

I am cherishing the sweet memories

Of the one and only girl in my heart

Now they are slowly fading away

Like ghosts who can’t stay forever

Only leaving the memories of her lips

The reflections of blue in her eyes

I try to find her behind the clouds

Her face with a halo of angel  hair

I imagine her body in the evening light

She’s away but I can’t stop yearning

In the spring some birds will return

Others will forever loose the track

That’s also for those who we love

Oh Lord I beg you let her come back

Watching a flock of wild geese

Flying to the far away horizon

Silhouettes in dark blue skies

Each following the same trail

François THIJS