A lost summer dream

Willem Bernardus Tijssen

I don't see the trees any longer
and where the light was, their
shadows fall around me in the gras.

Only in the grass I am able
to look in the darkness until my
hartbeat will last. I don't see her;
her image is vanishing in an
unsatisfying past.

I am feeling lost in this season so full
of light. Between the high trees of enclosure
there cries a soul without delight.

I am that tree uprooted between the others
without esteem. Her image is my sorrow in
this great forrest of my lost summer dream.