Another day is passing

Another day is passing
This is the place to go at night, when the sun is gone and you want be consumed into an atmospheric world of fantasy, where your thoughts and what you feel can slip by unnoticed to let what you find here be all that really exists. This is the fire for the moth and the sunlight for the flowers. This is the lagune where all creatures gather for safety and shelter, just so the night won't come and take them - but intead lead them into a safe and dreamfull sleep.

21. jan. 2012

A place at night

While the flying bugs
above the black lake water
are writing their last words
as life gets shorter

and while chaotic calm winds
create rythm with the trees
to keep this place secret
from the those who will it besiege

While black clouds of ravens
blindens the shining moon
and while the last butterfly
is leaving it's cocoon

while the storm is put to sleep
by a wolfpack howling
their song about burning
stars that are falling.

While cactus flowers bloom
but hide in darkness
shy because of beauty
yet shrouding in kindness

and while a scent of rain and grass

makes me feel at home once more
I dare to rest, safe and sure

that I've been at this wonderful place before

19. dec. 2011

I return on a cold night

A path of nascent, growing grass
has made me a homeleading and colourful path.
The road is surrounded by a dessert of snow
and when asked to leave, the wind whispered "No".

Shined upon by stars and a playful moon;
playing hide and seek with clouds, who are to find them soon.
The forests laugh and the storm falls asleep,
planets smile and the ocean stops its weep

Lunar's plea for the sleeping sun
is a virtuous deed when the night is long
And the tranquil song from the humming stars
is a guide into the morning's warming arms

My breath is a fog and the air is cold
returning home this season turned out to be bold.
Because I came from the sea and when I saw the shore
my chin was covered with frozen tears of awe.

As when I layed back my head to face the sky
the night asked only for a quiet goodbye.
I whispered a "thank you" to whatever above
and wished I'd return to all the things I love

22. okt. 2011

The Journeyman

Once upon a time I was sitting by a road,
covered in sunshine instead of a coat.

I brought no bags, but was never to return.
I had only my heart to keep my soul in a burn

I had no hand from a god
pushing me onward
It was as it should be;
I was finally free

I walked the road - without any fuel
no food or water - some would call it cruel

But I fed myself with passion and lust
And when people asked "Why?" - I answered "I must"

And I only left to see,
I only left to feel,
Cuz' some said life was good,
I had to see if it was real

16. okt. 2011

Lifeless Mind

A sudden awake in my mind that is trapped
captured and inside my body it is kept.

Memories pass and disappear on command
but I'm not the one who is ruling this land.

And it seems ever eternal, this dark and dull sphere
this universe has no life to find anywhere.

So with its harmless nature of not being alive
I can hover forever, imprisoned inside.

And a vague memory of those living outside
wanting to find life in the universe up high:

Their chances are better than those given to me
my voices echoe eternally, life isn't anywhere to see.