If I am to write of you,
the words would go running,
numbnessly strong,
into the mazes of my mind.
...
Living an oblivion
decided to die,
the little hearth
with flames so high;
...
Silently sitting beside the bed
Was the darkness
Staring to his eyes; the rings of fire
Burning in devilish fever.
...
Dead is the time,
with its hair dissolved,
around the fingers, solely mine.
...
Of our love-making:
the treasured land of wilderness,
I can tell
if only time awaits.
...
Death is the eyes of mine missing your loving hands;
Death is your weary glance in a half-forgotten dance;
Death is the undone twist
of the summer's sunlit blind;
...
A smile appears,
earth disapears
each time I see, I rememeber
in that pure blue
...
A day in my memory
Of the meadows autumn sunset
And the dust of a long passed car
Sitting!
...
Mirrors
All anew
the immortal days,
and love at its loss.
... 'new are the buds of spring
that will fade tomorrow',
said the wind.
I stepped back
wiped off the kiss
and the half open door
shut all the dreams.
14042017 _ Oslo