‘ar ben yr bead’

                       *(welsh: on top of the world)

                     1.

by pure coincidence we met

on top of the world, 

where we had our first real chat,

around us nothing but sad, 

on top of the world,

where we laughed,

talked, shouted, yelled for hours,

till out of breath, shouts of joy,

so empty, frozen too,

within our pockets nothing but breath,

and things,…

i can see nothing, hear nothing,

do nothing,

- am  here, no more…

try to remember who we were,

feel the need to jump of this rock

into empty frozen space,

unknown winds, take me with you.

                  2.

on top of the world,

there is nothing to see

on top of the world

where you want to be

on top of the world,

great revolutions,

on top of the world,

where we met,

it should be said,

long ago,…

where we sat,

talked for hours

and slept for the night,

as trains passed by.

                   

                3.

and on top of all these hills,

I see youngsters dancing on their heels,

you never know, what they are singing,

fringing these hills with latest rhythm & poetries,

screaming out loud, that we ‘re all gonna die anyway,

if we don’t stop this sad game of ours,  

of trying to get on each other’s  backs,…

climb these mountains instead   

prevent us from falling, rolling under,

as if  we were but memories, 

 long gone, never more.