29/5/13

The greater feelings,

A constant be,

Through the whole body.

For this is me,

The feeling for us to see.

The presence of the heart key.

For the moments,

Nothing else flows.

And I know she knows.

What will become,

No matter the end,

The energy has been send.

It will go for ages,

Times will change.

But this will never be strange.

Inner combustion,

Powers life,

Forever.

21-4-13

Walking in the dark,

Searching for the light.

The light I've seen, felt and tasted.

Double sharpened emotions,

Rise daily and never sets.

 

Water drops fall in an evergreen surrounding.

This is us, pure. Solid.

A little touch makes a world spin,

This could last forever.

We know, we know.

 

To reach out,

Our hands meet,

Hold and fuse forever,

Then part, pain.

Pain that confirms us.

 

For happiness is  always with us.

As joy or as pain in reverse.

The greater feelings,

Make us,

Feel alive throughout the whole body.

 

Flowering

18-02

A simple touch made the world spin.

The mind can play cold games.

Moving towards a perfect sin.

It sounds completely sane.

Words of love float freely here.

A little worry stays around.

The brain is very clear.

It receives you as the only sound.

Hands touch,

Thunder strikes.

Love opens,

Sunrise.

Happy to have you in my life.

A smile that never dies.

This is how we thrive.

In honesty, not in lies.

2013

20-9-12

It might be a tear dropping from her eyes, with women singing in high tones.

That changes the light so bright that her skin is perfectly clear.

This moment doesn't need a story,

it's intensely understood by any caring  person.

It is these moments we retrieve our own stories, in sadness

I have to let her go, the tear are not hers but mine now.

I live this moment.

A clear bright sky, perfect shades of blue with just a single cloud.

Nature shaped, without identity.

Celo sounds while her long hair waves in the warm wind.

Sweet smells surround is.

I do love her smile, but I also know it is not one with happiness.

Her eyes open slowly while she turns to me.

Beauty will never be defined but it can't get any closer to this.

Her hand reaches and I know it will be warm when I touch her.

But she is to far, slowly moving away, helpless.

There is nothing I can do but to enjoy the moment,

and accept it is all over.

She fades and reality comes back.

The high voices stay.

The tears are mine, completely.

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 In sad stories she grieves,

a past without joy.

a youth without love.

Sadness hides behind strong shining eyes.

For her there is only one challenge,

the survival of the past.

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