My eyes wearily searching someone to hold
Reflection in the pond gazed so lovingly back at me
From the water emerged a creature
So deceivingly carefree
I was wearily searching my long lost friend
In my heart we hardly parted
The one now staring back at me
Shifting shapes so carefully
When the stars come searching for me
I have lost my will to this creature in the pond
Greedily sucking my infected love
Deluding me so carelessly
fredag 31 juli 2015
måndag 27 juli 2015
black and strong is the devils moon
Silent moments told me the most about you. While I would drift away on a
thought and the water finally settled. While the ocean reached every
horizon and the sky was clear. No silhouettes to break the serenity of
openness. I would lay down on my back and feel the small movements of
the currents below. They were deep, profound and sincere.
Closing my eyes I could feel the fear swelling in me. While it was pushing up against great glaziers in a slow clash. While both melting and receding, giving way and staying stable. Settled and merged, unsettled and cracked. Ebb and flow meeting, becoming one and breaking apart.
I adjusted my compass to be set on home. While I focused on how the water gently swayed me. While every direction eventually lead me to you. I smiled and imagined your feet moving to the irregular beating of my exuding heart. Keeping my eyes closed I follow your lead.
Somewhere in the tranquillity, the young night sky gives away. So rises a dark moon and tide grips me. So is shore forced under my body and the water uncradles me. The memory of the sweet vastness of the ocean seeps out and runs down my cold limbs.
While I lick the drops to keep you for a while longer, the echoes are tauntingly jading.
“Black and strong is the devils moon” I whispered and my words joined the echoes in a discording chime.
Closing my eyes I could feel the fear swelling in me. While it was pushing up against great glaziers in a slow clash. While both melting and receding, giving way and staying stable. Settled and merged, unsettled and cracked. Ebb and flow meeting, becoming one and breaking apart.
I adjusted my compass to be set on home. While I focused on how the water gently swayed me. While every direction eventually lead me to you. I smiled and imagined your feet moving to the irregular beating of my exuding heart. Keeping my eyes closed I follow your lead.
Somewhere in the tranquillity, the young night sky gives away. So rises a dark moon and tide grips me. So is shore forced under my body and the water uncradles me. The memory of the sweet vastness of the ocean seeps out and runs down my cold limbs.
While I lick the drops to keep you for a while longer, the echoes are tauntingly jading.
“Black and strong is the devils moon” I whispered and my words joined the echoes in a discording chime.
lördag 25 juli 2015
"You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To"
Like a skilful jazz player, master in the art of improvisation
You made me laugh, had me thinking, let me win and beat me down mercilessly
I felt like a child disciplined, girl guided and a woman seduced
I am a young creation with an old soul
I am a seeker and a source
I have the universe inside me, but I need you to unlock its secrets
I want to spend nights with you, bright as day
While your words reach me, soft as a lullaby, the sun travels the ocean
I am under the moon and the stars, while you listen to birds sing
They will tell stories about nights bright as day and days dark as night
They will tell you about when time got twisted and consumed
by an eternity that lasted for a second
You made me laugh, had me thinking, let me win and beat me down mercilessly
I felt like a child disciplined, girl guided and a woman seduced
I am a young creation with an old soul
I am a seeker and a source
I have the universe inside me, but I need you to unlock its secrets
I want to spend nights with you, bright as day
While your words reach me, soft as a lullaby, the sun travels the ocean
I am under the moon and the stars, while you listen to birds sing
They will tell stories about nights bright as day and days dark as night
They will tell you about when time got twisted and consumed
by an eternity that lasted for a second
tisdag 21 juli 2015
in keeping secrets
You know
the feeling of not wanting a really good book to end? When I get that feeling I
stop reading. I simply put the book down. If I don’t finish it, I can dwell in
that world forever, knowing that there is more. I create multiple futures;
change the outcome many times over. It stays inside me like an organic creature
changing growing evolving.
That is how I will keep you. That is how I will
prevent losing you. You will stay here and become a part of my inner world. We
are the only two in here, so we can do as we damn well please. We could burn the whole
thing down if we wanted to. Tear up the trees, roots and all, and create
something new.
måndag 20 juli 2015
"Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke"
She
breathed softly in and out and I could hear her smiling. Her face was turned
away, but I could tell. A light rain drummed on her windows and she looked up
for a while. She aired an aura of calm, but I had known her long enough to know
what my words did to her. Right now, this very moment, sitting on the floor
looking out the window if caught in a picture the image would be disturbingly
deceiving. She spoke faintly, as if she barely was aware of the sounds that
came out.
“Where you
met a thousand souls, you will meet a thousand more. Each one of them will love
and despise you in thousand different ways. I heard you speak to me in a
thousand voices and you shattered me into thousand pieces. I will find my calm
when the winds are the wildest, when things around me are being torn and sucked
up in the sky. This is where I will sit and wait for you. In the eye of the
storm that you fear so much. Here nothing is safe, in here we keep changing
because it’s the only way we know how to live.
Come sit
with me for a while, listen to the dark that threatens to take us away.
Threatens to send us some place where all we will know is utter despair. There
will be no light reflected to us, there will be no angles, no atmosphere for it
to travel trough. You will never speak again. For a thousand years you will
only hear the echoes of our past. This is where we will go if you let the storm
take us. This is where we will go if you give in to fear.
So sit with
me, my darling. Sit with me for a moment. I will be yours for the eternity of
this second and the next. Just long enough for you to make me smile.”
lördag 18 juli 2015
In the shadow of the day
Deep in a
dream
I walked
into a room, you unfolded the walls
I reached
out, you dispersed into nanoparticles
Each as rich
as the universe itself
I watched
you as I would the night sky
Childishly
wondering if I am connected to you
Feverishly
longing to hear your voice again
Silently
searching the words
That are
true but keep the secrets
A mask
that’s not a lie but a layer
fredag 10 juli 2015
a change of space
I was
thinking about going there again.
There is something about sleep deprivation;
it sends you to a very specific place in your mind. Whatever fears or paranoic
thoughts you had deepens. Your world gets a different twist, unnatural as if
the twirls in the water suddenly would change direction. Another set of laws
start to apply, but not for the others, just for you. This excludes you not
only from groups of people, but from the very dome in which they dwell.
Sometimes these people take up so much space with their domes. They can occupy a
whole café or even a square. There doesn’t even have to be many of them. Just
one or two people could rule the entirety of the inside of a church. Hissing at
you with their eyes “You don’t belong here”
Last time
had been a disaster, and of course, that’s why I had to go again. I remember
thinking, I cant hide from it forever. The fear of going back. Once I find my
core in that deformed body of mind, I wont fear it any longer. I will look at
the world as it present itself to my fatigued senses and find the treasures
hidden there. I will go to sleep, I will rest and reset. Once I’m back on this
side again, I’ll be one world richer. I will be able to see things not only as
they are, but as they could be.
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