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

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