Christmas lights
on the linden trees
and an icy wind blowing
in from Siberia
flakes of snow
curling in the light
of the streetlamps
dusting the pavement
I remember Berlin
how dark it was
how cold and dark it was
when we left the Hotel Adlon
and sauntered up
to the Brandenburg Gate
All those years ago
all that time
all that dust
all that love ago
John Lyons
Snow fell as they tramped
through the empty streets
of Berlin
What was in their hearts
protected them
from the bitter cold
And as they passed hand in hand
beneath the Brandenberg Gate
they felt invincible
Life is often what lies beneath
a landscape in which layers of love
have been laid to rest
John Lyons
One night last December
we sauntered up
to the Brandenburg Gate
as they were hanging
Christmas lights
on the linden trees
An icy wind
was blowing in
from Siberia
flakes of snow curled
in the streetlamps
and feathered
the pavement
I remember
how dark it was
all that history
all that repression
and now the release
the freedom
couples strolling
arm in arm or hand in hand
pausing to take pictures
or simply to admire
the majestic scene
We strolled into the Hotel Adlon
for champagne
raised our glasses
took a sip of pleasure
together : it was
a happy birthday
John Lyons
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