Ten Years

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Wolf Kroeger

Wolf Kroeger is a German-Canadian production designer and art director, most noted as a three-time Genie Award winner for Best Art Direction/Production Design. He won the award at the 29th Canadian Film Awards in 1978 for In Praise of Older Women, at the 6th Genie Awards in 1985 for The Bay Boy, and at the 14th Genie Awards in 1993 for Shadow of the Wolf.He was also a nominee in the same category at the 1st Genie Awards in 1980 for It Rained All Night the Day I Left, and a British Academy Film Award nominee for Best Production Design at the 46th British Academy Film Awards in 1993 for The Last of the Mohicans. more »

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Jousted in a white fever
Opponents who could not bleed
Transpierced their clunking armor
Brought down their screaming steed
Only to hear in horror
Hooves charging across the field

Where are the opulent parties
Where are the glistening guts of these victories

I dug down into the soiled sands
Only to find trembling hands

Ten years had cast
Times abating cloak
Ten years passed
Before I awoke
Ten thousand miles away
Fast, out of fire and smoke
And I still don't know which way is home

The pale faced daughter of the night
Had made me a luring promise
So I followed her beam of light
Into a dream, a place of bliss
I tried to discern her floating figure
Through the swaying folds of her midnight dress
Hung onto stars as the blue canvas
Of a circus in which stories never rest

She led me to a desert inn
Across a giant sunk in slumber
No one could hide on his barren skin
Unveiling all beasts or swindler

The neon oasis sucked them in
And walls, stained in ruckus, stood paper thin
My pocket was fraught with cold steel sin
A skeleton key in wait within

I stepped over a spilled bucket and broom
Came to a door dressed in dread and gloom

Ten years had cast
Times abating cloak
Ten years passed
Before I awoke
Ten thousand miles away
Fast, out of fire and smoke
And I still don't know which way is home

Motionless in an armchair
Sat a stranger wearing my name
Watching the door in a glare
Quietly numb, I felt his shame

The wooden room had no windows
Moaned and creaked as would a ship's hull
Braving the maker of widows
Which bites at the waves and wings of gulls

Under the man slept a sullen shadow
A grey ocean needing a moon to lull
Strained oars had given under his dogged row
Currents had beaten him into his skull

Onto the worn floorboards he fell
And crawled towards the exit of his vapid hell

An oil lamp crashed and burst
The place started to burn
As I sat down in his place
This time it was his turn
To wear our face

Ten years had cast
Times abating cloak
Ten years passed
Before I awoke
Ten thousand miles away
Fast, out of fire and smoke
And I still don't know which way is home

The morning breeze sings
And runs amongst the resting brush
Through sage and juniper it disappears in a lush
A vermillion horizon has swallowed my home
The people I love have grown old all on their own
In the distance I hear a clarion
And I hope my battles won't weave new lies

Ten years to this day
A new life at stake
Ten thousand miles away
I am awake
The past still nags at the present
And the future never really happens anyway

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