A Lover in Berlin

You are selling for a price to be buried

The price is not right you are alright

I also had a lover in Berlin

It was more of a mutual interest

But it wasn't levy time for the safety of dry land

We went to the sea and part of us didn't come back

The sailing ship will take you from this place

You will be gone before sundown

And murmur my name in the window seat

Of an on board all you can eat seafood place

Will you try the shrimp cocktail for me?

Or will you open the kept locket and toss it away into the sea

And passion is not willing to be saved

Appassionata is a bit better

The letter slowly read,

"Gentle sir, do your damn thing."

That was when I lost all my sense of sight.

His voice is like a violin string

His eyes like damp lighting

Maybe he will bring me to a place

But there is no passion, no ending

Liberal, liberally

Maybe one day this tiredness will fade away

Altogether with the entire package

Burning droplets in the burning sea

Better call it private oceans

With floating curtains of velvet

Curtain drops, curtain falls

Like we would, a little bit

A sailing ship will take the saltness away

Better to call it a sailing sea

One day you will be torn away from me

Not even your best memory

With love there is nothing

Despite the lukewarm pain

You are not even you without the sadness

Gossamer glister on a blistering

One day I will burn the violin

And nestle in the lukewarm pain

November 2024

By Aran Meredith

Set for the song “A Lover in Berlin.“