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The clock wanes
and the glass unbreaks;
a messy affair all taken back.
The sordid story
we will not mention.
Never no, forever gone.
Leave it here folks.
There's no way to do this
a third second time over.
Go home, move on
and forget it all.
Nothing ever happened here.

Petals fade to gray,
thorns hiding in blurred out space -
uncomforting beauty.
Wind bangs the steel,
a chill steals through cracked insulation
while old walls creak.
Smoke smelling leather complains
that the years are unkind,
and strange to be sitting there
waiting for silence.
Comforting pains of hunger,
thirst seeping to the soul -
a day like any other
when foundations crumble.

Som ett lugnande täcke av vill-dig-väl
ligger den blå skymningen.
Som en stilla ro av lugnets härlighet
faller dropparna från skyn;
i sin egen takt utan tanke
på vem som väntar på sol eller vatten,
dansandes i luften till sin egna melodi.
De små vattendropparna,
förda av vindens kavaljerer
tills de finner sig tillrätta på mitt ansikte.
En smekning av oändlig kärlek -
vad annat behöver en sargad själ?
Smuts och obehagligheter rinner bort,
förs med från mig tillbaka till sitt kretslopp.
Inget betyder något, när regnet faller på mig.

If I listen to the silence
I hear the northern lights.
When I gaze beyond the darkness
I see each waking morning.
As I lean into the pillows
I feel your breath surround me.
Should I live a thousand lifetimes
in solitude I would still have this.
So in gratitude and love
I keep open my tired eyes.
I have the watch tonight.
Beloved, sleep tight.

This is darkness so dark
I can barely breathe.
This is shadows overtaking
even the sun.
This is anger like razors
on alabaster skin.
This is sadness, forgotten,
violence from within.
This is suffering.
This is Death.
This is pain and when it leaves
it leaves you bereft.
This is danger
to your soul, torn to pieces.
This is madness
and all out despair.
Demons run screaming,
hide whimpering in fear.
Angels, fall to their knees
blinded by tears.
This is the black heart.
Oh yes, this is betrayal
and the world falls in its wake.

A spring like many a springtime before,
at the bluest hour of the bluest day.
A young woman’s tears come to the fore.
They seem to be there to stay.

The silence sings her a soft lullaby
where she sits upon a moss clad stone.
Shoulders slumped with burden, why?
She seems weary, yes tired to the bone.

A cause for her trouble there must be
and there is, hidden deep in her mind.
She has the power to hear and to see
secrets that time or space would bind.

Truth, she carries her secrets well,
but still the tears fall down unbidden.
For her knowledge is the kind of hell
that traps you in what’s not left hidden.

She loves to hear the gentle fall of rain,
for ’tis the same water now that in the past
fell, on body heated by love’s lusty pain.
Love that she knew could never last.

So she wanders lost in time’s great sea,
despite the knowledge in her soul.
Seeking what she knows peace to be,
but the Fates will not make her whole.

Cursed is she to always wander ‘round
though she does not know her crime.
She remains lonely even in a crowd,
stays only for a short moment in time.

Her power is one that can hurt as it heals,
but she fights for what she believes in.
Too well she knows the pain fate deals,
but she won’t plead, as pride is her sin.

She hasn’t broken and she never will,
nothing can beat her fire within.
Her sword never falters or misses a kill,
whatever the sacrifice she will win.

But in this hour, in this special place,
she calls for help to alleviate her fears.
Her eyes search through time and space,
through deserts and her falling tears.

-Adored one, beloved, forever my love,
where to has the darkness banned you?
In a grieving eternity I’ve waited, my love,
and longer still in my search for you.

Where art thou now half of my soul?
Do we both hear the same stars’ song?
Without you beside me I can never be whole,
every night’s as an eternity’s long.

Do you recall the oath you gave me?
I remember every single uttered word.
My heart is cold like the desert I see.
The feelings are calling, have you heard?

The woman’s golden locks are shifting,
moved by an icy gust of air.
Her searching mind stops drifting
as the wind’s howling turns from despair.

Her eyes they glitter with a brilliant smile
as fog moves swiftly in over the moor.
The spring world’s mesmerized all the while
by sudden snowflakes making war.

Her eyes are locked in the distance
and round her the world is freezing slowly.
Out on the moor she sees a mirage dance
and paving the way the snow falls lowly.

Puzzling is the moment for those not in the know,
but her eyes can see beyond the veil.
And behind the fog born of traitorous snow
there waits the one she needs to heal.

So the threads of cold thin before her eyes
revealing that which she’s waited so long for.
The man she loved under those once upon skies,
the one she’s bound to by magic and lore.

She recalls the strength in their loving still,
all those glorious nights of their youth.
And in his bearing she can plainly read his will -
his feelings are the same then forsooth.

On the cold moor where two worlds collide
they trade whispers and vows of forever.
Despair and love so strong on each side
and renewed hope from this time together.

But the time the veil can be parted is not long
and before they know it the end is in sight.
No time for goodbyes as the fog rolls in strong
and spells away that midwinter night.

Now the snow is melted from this magical place,
which they both left those eons ago.
But as I stand here I still remember his face,
and the life that I cherished so.

For I’ve lived thousands of lives since that life,
but still I can not let him go.

Seek me
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving
gives each love
a chance to prevail.

Seek me
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is of itself divine.

Seek me
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden,
and the night
is far more forgiving.

There I will wait
till every star has fallen.
And the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me
when your spirit is weary,
and I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.

After all the hustle
and bustle of the day
I walk through quiet rain
and think of nothing at all.
Tomorrow is quickly
catching up to me.
Yesterday is looming
with what had to be.
But after all I've done today,
and because I think
that I was pretty brave
I will let the rain
fall upon my shoulders.
And never once
will I recognize
regret as being my due.
What you think is up to you,
but I will walk this lane
and only hear the rain.

See the pile -
procrastinate.
Watch the clock -
procrastinate.

Obsess about
how days go by
while doing nothing
worth your while.

(As far as being
effective goes.)

You save it up
till precious hours
are all that's left
to save the day.

Then you stay up
through all the night
cursing your name,
and the minutes' flight.

When will you learn
to choose a different
middle name?

Procrastinate -
a word I hate.

Procrastinate
till it's too late.

Then who will clean
the mess?

Figure out the motion,
before you run out of speed.
Puzzle out to where you're heading
before you're lost to greed.
This isn't dress rehearsal,
you're in the real show dear.
When the curtain falls,
that will be all.
And you can't cast the blame
on the director.

She wears a polyester skirt
as she dances late at night,
swishing it around -
she's the bell of the ball.
A toe, a dip, a spin, a kick
and the audience is in awe.
Look at her dancing
isn't she a star?
There, in her bedroom
listening to a Spanish guitar

Vi leker att tiden ramlat
bort från dimensionerna.
Mellan dag och midnatt,
midnatt och gryningsljus,
gnistrar sanden från glaset.
Det här är vårt ögonblick.
Stanna världen och blunda,
släpp aldrig taget om oss.
Hoppet lever bland himmelsbloss
och stjärnorna dansar på marken.