I've waited for the past few years of you coming back to me, I didn't know the reason why you left or why you've changed your mind.

For all the years that i was with you, i never looked at anybody else; all the possibilities that i've thought that i can keep you—but that was just a thought.

And then i think, perhaps he found someone better—or he just didn't love me at all.

Jeg kiggede på himlen og fik højdeskræk

You're late for your funeral
Good cause I don't want you to be just a numeral
another number on a statistic
Time is a killer and it's sadistic
Let's be realistic
although you have wisdom
of sages
I don't want time to take you although it rages
You mean to me the world and more
I am sure you will not need to go through heavens door
Right now for sure
Hold on a little longer
Linger in this life
For our separation would cause me much strife
Don't let time take you into its void
Where I cannot follow.

In the new year
I have three wishes
For all people
In the world
First , peace
Second, joy
And third ,  a happy world

Moon sighs into infinity,
she moans
at the thought of morning kisses from the Sun
fleeting passions
always spinning into eternity

Moon dreams
of delicate snow angels
in a dance of wings around her
she is frozen stardust carved by a sightless deity
she is ice
glistening when the Sun touches her
melting
when the Sun touches her
melting
at his touch

Moon closes her eyes, whispers
touch me
Sun opens his eyes, smiles

they are one
dawn
symphony

*** spurgte om vi skulle drikke kaffe. bestilte kakao istedet. jeg drak min kaffe. som aftalt. vi snakkede som dengang. ingen hæmninger. hudløst ærlige - om alt andet end os.
*** sov med smykker på. iført sine læderbukser og en nedringet t-shirt. nattetimernes tomhed blev afbrudt af en snorken, som jeg besynderligt nok fandt tiltrækkende.
*** bad mig om at finde min gamle lighter frem. rive i tandhjulet i et forsøg på at skabe en gnist. en gammel flamme kunne opstå. med lidt held og den rette fremgangsmåde.
kaffen er skyld i, at jeg ikke er en del af hendes drømme. kakaoen er skyld i, at *** ikke er en del af min virkelighed.

Jeg er kommet i modvind med den eneste som jeg virkelig tror på

Sleep;
she is my mistress.
Her gentle love I can't deny.
Seduction.
Satisfaction.
How I lament an opened eye.

Oh,
what beauty I behold,
when I hold her in my eye.
But,
her face, behind a veil.
I cannot see it. How I try!

We meet in midnight hours.
Sometimes I go to her by day.
And I find her always anxious,
though she knows I cannot stay.

Solace,
she surrenders.
And what comfort I receive.
But,
it makes it only harder,
in the morning when I leave.

The desire in my eyes,
It is no secret for to see,
as I
awake
aside
a wife,
it is
asleep
I'd rather be.