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.

13. maj 2011


I have my moments where I recognize the past,
At places where I remember what I did there last.
And the sky seems the same, with its clouds without shape,
and here there is no harm and no reason to escape.

In the time of these moments, comes a scent of silence.
I forget every wound and kill - Unreal is the voilence.
My tears run dry, my face and mind is clean
because I'm back at the place that I have, more than once, seen

I'm there, but I'm quiet - the sun seems to be forever
it's father and creator must have been clever
It gives me warmth and lights up my eyes
And when we stand in its glory, we cannot tell lies

At once - The tongue of every man, the cry of any being,
I suddenly understand and therefor, smiles are all I'm seeing.
I cannot thank the world enough, for lending me its space.
But what matters even more, is that it let's me return to this place.

I think I've seen it all, but every little grass seems new
it doesn't ruin the picture though, it makes me grateful like the few.
I thank the world for letting me exist to see all of this,
and when I go home to sleep, in my dreams, will I this miss.

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