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.

26. apr. 2011

How I spend my night

As I siege this field as my viewpoint to the sky,
I widness the wonder of a night going by.

I want to see the aspects, of the sunset and the dawn,
but lazy as I am, I let out a yawn.

And the stars all appear, first none - then one.
We know they are there, and might never be gone.

I will remember this night, as the one were I saw,
the world go both to sleep, and wake up with dawn.

Were I saw both the death, and the rebirth,
of the home for us all, that we call: mother earth.

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