A memory

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Distant memories awake
Voices from history
Whisper in my ear
From my canthus a tear

Always unprepared
As a lightning
From a clear sky
Whipe me dry

My speed is lost
My soul’s drowned
Need a rest
Is this a test?

May I go clear?
Finding my path
Walking in peace
Will it ever cease?

Finding the solitude
Space for a thought
Cleaning my mind
I must be kind

Finale is close
Commin’ on strong
Worries wipe away
You’ll lead me astray

 

Finale is here
Commin’ on strong
Worries wipe away
You’ll lead me

 

 

 

 

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/Sten

To my heart

 

...in the flow...

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

Been waiting
and worrying
imagining
what will be

What will be
I have no clue
I will be aware
I will be aware

My faith is strong
can´t go wrong
have trust
have trust

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

It is near
in time
It is near
in me

My heart
I can hear you
beating
my life

My heart
I can feel you
giving
me life

Tears come
Words fail
So close
So close

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

Surprised am I
never would imagine
me
like this

Trembling
Fragile
Humble

Grateful
Thankful
Thoughtful

Hesitative
Prudent
Tender

Let it come
let it be
follow
accept

/sten

A lovepoem

She loved him. Boundless.
The words to describe her feelings was not enough. They were totally ineffective. Total without effect. As a useless weapon in the hands of a completely ignorant shooter. A water pistol without water. Cupid with bow without string. David with a sling without stone. A rhetorician without voice. An artist with no paint and brushes. A politician without a program. She searched for words that could detach her from this    indescribible tyranny. Finding words that could get her emotional target to understand the monumental emotional storms that passed inside her when they looked at each other. They also had their own native language and the knowledge of the other’
s were not well developed, neither to speak nor understand, they stood like two strangers and did what no spoken language was needed to.
They kissed each other.
image

A morningwalk

image

Snowfall
Brushing away the
snow
See an old woman through a window
Just her
head
Widow?
Music i my
ear
“Pavane pour une infante
défunte”
— Ravel

A girl
with a glowing
cigaret
in her hand

Cars rushing by
almost empty
Snow whirls
I’m in another
world
yet the same

The city
glows
  I meet fellow
walkers
on their way to
work
    school
        train
            bus
no eyes in the city
this time of day

Red Light
Stop
Lorries with
timber
cross my
way

uphill
I’m gettin’
warm ‘n wet
It’s goin’ towards winter

/Sten