Christmas Day

 

Oh Lord the snow is falling and the whole world kneels to pray

For tomorrow bring the dawning of another Christmas Day

Oh Load, will you help me for he’s gone, bring him back coz I’m so lonesome

And tomorrow is Christmas Day

I don’t need mistletoe – where did he go?
Where, where can he be?

Oh Lord, won’t you hear my prayer?

You know I really care, please, please bring him back

And the whole world kneels to pray

For tomorrow brings the dawning of another Christmas Day

It’s another Christmas Day

 

by Rumi Fujita December 2002

Voices    (poem for Zac)

I try to hear my thinking
Among the noisy mad crowds

Between the chaotic life movies
That leave my mind swimming round

What am I thinking anyway
Just confused mixed up useless thoughts

They come and go like 4 x 4 killers
Or a beautiful white horse

Though often thoughts of clarity
Will jump up from inside

Like a float held down in water, then released
Intuition told me that he died

I already knew what they would tell me
I knew what they were about to say

What I cant remember is..
Did I know before
Or after it was too late

 

 

by AnneMarie Foley

(April 2009)

 

Poem by Anja Tintagol

A Southern shore count for lost
Your look of ease just mine has crossed
A big warm wave is rolling in
Passing me
This certain scent of freckled skin
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Your eyes are twinkling in the sun
Sensual and wild

 

Remembering you from depth of time
Out of blue light with waft of salt and thyme
In the shine of a late noon‘s blaze
A waving strand of hair
Gently tracing your face
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Aflamed with distant noises
Sensual and wild

 

Just an idea of a sandy shade
Over your cheekbones
Is flitting to fade
Silence told from your freckled lips
So sad
We never met in Biarritz
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Big brown eyes have drowned me
So sensual and wild
(by Anja Tintagol)

 

 

 

 

 

Poem for Zac by Rumi Fujita

The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
The wind in your hair still seduces me
Winter can always pass those pale moons are floating
A braze of colour falling since summer was stolen away
Even the trees are freezing love lost in lies was never meant to be
Even the trees are freezing a broken heart leaves faded
The wind has lost its strength and waves are washed away
So hull down our sailing and mourn for winter
Like silent seas under ice not a word was spoken
You know when summer returns I wish to set sail again
The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
The wind in your hair still surrounds me
This country stands so alone
A braze of colours falling since summer was stolen away, away..
The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
This wind in your hair still surrounds me
And it’s cold and it’s dark and you’re alone in the dark…
(by Rumi Fujita)