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.

19. aug. 2011

When the morning dances

All the birds want to sing along
but the morning's sun is yet to come

Every leaf is dancing and teasing.
Their rythmless dance is all pain-easing.

Nature's orchestra won't be quiet.
With this forrest as its scene
we're memerised by it.

Breathtaking trees and flowers arise
trying to reach these far, azure skies

Strangers are seeking help and care
and outcast are craving protection here

And with this much peace
I would easily fall sleep,
but this feels like love
and I don't want to leave.

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