Northern Cemetery Düsseldorf

(Not so far from the airport)

I have a walk on the cemetery

meditating how vivid or perhaps already dead I am.

I look at the graves in endless numbers,

different each – once upon a time …

The old trees, the free areas, bells from far.

Airplanes take off, turning away in loops.

Would I really like to fly anywhere

to realize myself, to comprehend?

Where did I leave my carelessness, my passion, my laughing?

The Sun is clasping me,

it is like a dream before the waking:

Start flying, arise yourself and live,

your heart is warm,

enjoy the days I am presenting you!

The many paths are crossing,

you get lost on earthly ways.

This park hits me, agrees with me,

is moving me deeply.

So I leave the cemetery, being affected and rewarded,

having sent to bottom – very silently – my melancholy.

© Raymond Walden

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