Quinn came back home
On empty street of San Francisco
A large blue vortex opens by
It leaves a man behind and swirling
And keeps on shining for a while.
It’s raining and the wind is blowing
Quinn did it, found the way back home.
Behind these buildings is his house
An only one of thousand doubles
His real home his only home.
He rushes in; he’s wet and tired
A silence is beyond the door,
His mothers sleeping on the sofa
The cat is lying on the floor.
He slowly walks in, gently breathing
It came, the moment, after years,
Of sliding; through a smile and tears
He gives to mother loving kiss.
It wakes her up; she looks around
There is no Quinn; there is no sound
And only murmur of the rain
She looks at window; sighs again.
My dear friend, don’t feel so lonely
Don’t leave a hope; believe in dreams
Will come a day of love and peace
And no more pain and no more tears.
Will be sun shining or a storm
Quinn Mallory will come back home.
17.06.2004 Libby S/
Rembrandt The Crying Man Brown
It’s a dark and cold night
In the Chandler hotel
Rembrandt wakes up again
He can’t sleep very well
In the small rented room
The others are sleeping
Diana, Mallory, Maggie
Are peacefully dreaming.
He gets up from his bed
Stars are shining tonight
Shaking slowly his head
Making clear his mind.
And the moon, and the wind
Are reminding him times
When he with the other team
Waiting was for the slides
Images of the past
In his mind dance again
He remembers that once
He was called Crying Man.
Who will call him like that?
Everyone is away
And he’s still sliding now
Burning day after day.
It was more like a game
Back in these different times
And a thinking of that
Brings a smile to his eyes.
In the dark and cold night
Standing The Crying Man,
The one genuine slider
Smiling through the pain.
He remembers the old times,
He sees them together:
Quinn, Wade and beside her
Arturo-Professor.
The last fan of sliders
The last fan of sliders
Reached Golden Gate Park
Yes he likes the saga
Did not miss a part.
He thought: Quinn and Wade
May still be alive
Believed so and hated
All of season five.
Yes he was the last one,
The others were gone
For five years that passed by
They’ve left and forgot.
He read all the fan-fics
And even for fun
The physic of quantum
He learned for some time.
The neighbors were saying
That lately at night
They heard weird noises
From out of his flat
The last fan of sliders
Is not here today
He turned on his timer
And just slid away.
07.04.2004 Libby S.