amongst Indian summer and autumnal heat
the arrival was most amiable, what d’ you say?
how would you say that?
we´ve been all over Swiss and Germany
that night train was imagined,
had it been a robbery?
yeah, your first time in West-Europe, never been on night trains
i cannot say you´ll be sustained
untrained traveling in night trains, beware
the mind goes hauntingly traveling further
you´re accustomed at trains up there,
but night trains here, are a tale apart
at night times trains be the most unattended
driving own car would be the safest
option
in shortest time so many realistic scenes,
insanity started stalking by any means…
At airport we bid adieu with great passion
Huge silence, friendliest smile with saddest eyes’ addition
hopefully this travel has brought more love
paper is patient, people are not, how come?
i bear witness
our Moms died with a difference of ten years each
each with the number five in the end
2005 and 2015
the words beyond are stopped and the connection broken
as a lie of the solemn token
you´ve been treated most sympathetically
the words are turned, corrected and twisted,
oddly enough erased from our minds
your impressive visit permanently remembered,
your steps most appreciated,
your words have been evaluated
but oddly enough totally erased from our minds
the mutual experience stayed printed in our hearts,
strange enough the words had been erased from our minds,
ever heard of the sound of silence?
silence has no words
erased from the sound
like our spoken words
erased from our minds
erased from the memory
time to make space
for a new chapter
with or without adapter….
©Sylvia Frances Chan
Anno Domini: Monday the 20th of May 2019
@17.16 hrs P.M. West-European Time