After

Street sight is long, run-by the forlorn,

A cloud settling across. The street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come and go.

Darkness one thinks she sees, ghosts flashing across trees, deafening cries of the lost souls from purgatory,

Lingering in her mind the fraternity,

Their callings exciting the moon

And along comes the white and spot of lunar light and valleys of doom,

There she finds Silence rambling, the day languishing, but not in the heart of someone lying down.

Curious she bent Surprised to find one who rose to meet her, with a crown.

The light brighter than before. Enlightened, wonder-awed, by the face,

She fell into the calm, the breeze behind.

And saw the street unlike before.

Don’t trust it

Something annoying happened and I just lost my post about Covid-19. Appropriate I guess considering what’s happening everywhere. A symbolic sign that who knows what will happen next? I guess this says it better, I hope. A symbol of uncertainty. Always save one’s work. Always take the required precautions against this virus. But maybe there is a reason for losing one’s post: keep it short.

One out of the bunch

Thinking I was some kind of expert on U2, with reviews of their early albums posted about two years ago, I realized that I did never like that much their early albums anyway. It’s okay for those kind of reviewers who can appreciate their early material, but it was The Joshua Tree (1987) that made me aware that were actually other U2 albums out there, not that these early ones resonated much.