Rewriting Warmond

Some memories are happy beacons
that light up when you look back
at the timeline you have walked
Where other memories are sharp pins
along the road that mark painful spots

Two years ago a story
has been played out
in a small Dutch town called Warmond
A lot can be said about it,
And different versions of the story
have been told

She takes the book of love
of her and her beloved,
tears out the old stories
And writes it anew
The story of Warmond
to find its beauty in its deeper truth….

The evening had been confusing
An undertow of strong emotions
had been exchanged between us
That didn’t match
with what we said on the surface
The tides pulled us back
from each other
I was in a sea of fear
And tried to swim back to your shore
Until the waves were too high and too strong
And I let myself float away

We said goodbye
I took my coat and left
I drove away in my car
Until my heart started
to scream at me
As it wanted to free itself
from behind its self-built walls
and wanted to tell you
its deeper truth

I turned my car
Ebb turned into flow
The waves that before
had pulled me away
Now pushed me back
to you

I was afraid I was too late
And you had already left
So I jumped from my car
and ran towards the venue
At that moment you came out
The waters of my heart
broke through the dam
I told you ‘I love you’

You took me in your arms
Your waters broke through
From your heart, from your eyes
We both cried, we smiled
You told me you love me too
We kissed, we touched
Our arms bridged the distance
And turned cold into warmth
in Warmond

I took you with me in my car
We drove under the moon and stars
The world could drown
But from that night on
We had our own ship
and no tide, no wave
could ever separate us

©RoseGirl2019