torsdag den 12. november 2009
tirsdag den 10. november 2009
The Skyline of my Love
The Skyline of my Love
The skyline of my Love is a wave.
As distant squares in the skyhorizon,
glazed in the goldenburned sugar of evening.
Black inkpencils and markers stucked into glasses.
Books kept tight together in lines on the floor.
Drawings that mapped the story of us,
as mazes on the walls,
like windows into dreams.
Wintermornings, that was only experienced by sounds,
which glued the distance between us together, like snow.
His hair whispers secrets to the autumnair,
when he ride his bike as a unicorn,
"Freedom, freedom" it sings,
"Wherever you are, i can still dream of you."
I hear it everywhere, echoes of the ocean inside my ear.
His mouth, a palace to enter, a mysterious wedding.
The skyline of my Love is a wave.
It caresses so tenderly my face, shaped in the lines of his hands.
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