Leaned back to the apple-tree
Eighty years he is-just like me-
Surrounded by the warm breath of mellow fresh cut grass
I have a vision in a last sweet summer nights dream
Of the aureole of the dispersing sun.

My trees branches shield me from high above
As my guardian angels touching hands
-When I was a child –
And when a kiss for goodnight from heaven he had sent.
Ripe apples shining like sunlight yellow and red
Tempting with an irresistible sugary scent
At the progressing time of twilight.

A gentle breeze blows away my glance
Far away over gilt green
To hills at horizons black as the night
Over the glowing red fire of a sinking sun
And on to mauve forests at the countryside.

From high above it is raining leafs
In multicolored splendor
They cover me up and seem to carry
History of my last eighty years
History written on a patchwork doily
Glowing as the days of a full filled life
Written in their grooves and each of their lines
As the pencil of the years draw them on my wrinkled face
Like an open diary a mirror of the past spread over my knees.

My glance meets the hills where far too far away
The sun is drowned in the waves of rough forests
Where the dreams of summer are burnt
In crimson waving green.
And simultaneously shines the silvery chandelier of the rising moon
A farewell for the day- welcoming the night
The love of his friendly face promises hope-
For a new resurrection of another coming day
And new awakening life in some sweet way
And I hear a little boy’s laughter.

I shed away the doily diary and turn my back to nature’s portrait
Autumn will reign and summer will leave
With the glitter of the million stars of this last summers night
Their light arises hope and sweet dreams of a golden future
When spring will burst open a thousand buds
Born out of this summers love
After the deep deadly frost of the impending winter.

I walk slowly home- not turning back- not even sad
But with melancholy deep burnt into my heart
How much time is left? …Only He does know-
Hope on my mind and deeply convinced
That life is forever- how grateful I am!
And I pray to Him, see my guardian angel
Softly take him by his hand
-And close my eyes in deepest peace
Under the cover of a caressing night
To dream the dream of eternity…

Poem by: Demokrit


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Omar Dakhane is an Algerian photographer based in Dubai.

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