Delirium is sweet as honey
You are the victim of money
You paint your life on a paper
Yet everything becomes vapor
Heading on the road of youth
Is there a solution what soothes
Throught the fingers time melts
You are on your way, you knelt
The picture of Dali in your mind
The secret fortune, you must find
Hundred butterfiles are so brittle
Fortune is never firm, it is hidden
The flames are already engulfing
Now you must only confront it.

Where is the truth in this world?
Does it knock on the door,
When it feels ready to enter
Or does it sneak into the heart
When it is ready to reveal?

Truth, so utopic
As it is to reach the farthest stars.
It overcomes the multiple bars
Seems as yet too metaphoric

Behind the garden of truth
You stand and watch the flowers bloom
But cannot open the floodlit door
Though the heart is seeking for the key
While truth remains still in the mystic breez.

Mingled pain and pleasure,
I grasp the essence and harmony,
Of my heart´s  made subtle letters.
I breake a piece from the glass wall
Tossing it through the soul
And feeling it downstream
Through my crystallised vessels.

A glass wall of weakness
A glass wall of fear and madness.
A glass wall that is always there
Even if you hardly notice the presence.
I let the flow of the delicate words
Of the inner poem caress my soul
The inspirational power flooding in.

But the glass wall is ever so hard to break
So hard to step through for my own´s sake.
Is ever stronger when I feel the stress
Of the world´s burden and saddness.

Why I even let myself to be bothered?
Because I want to break through
The glass wall.

That is a dream.
For me as a woman.
For all of us.
A metaphor for our soul.

Before the dawn greets
gentle steps walk closer
down the glistening snow
but there is nobody near
the soft wind blows away
my essence and exictance
maybe it was only me
strolling along the snow
in my other world of beauty
which nobody sees nor hears
but all the mystery and art
comes to live in the heart.

You hold the goblet
full of water of life
evaporating slowly
in each gust you see
thousand pictures
forming solidly
you contemplate
closing your eyes
in front of the steam
while it enters quietly
to fill the soul anew
and let you feel again.

Honey flows
down your arms
closing the eyes
you feel the softness
you taste the sweetness
you live the deepness.

You rise your arms
the honey flows
falling with the stars
the honey glows.

Along with the music
you dance in the space
your existence is elusive
but your heart is the grace.

You look down
in the water's eyes
and in the bottom
of the sea
you see
finally clearly
what you couldn't
see.

Your deepness
Your heart
Your vulnerability
Your evanescence.

A gravel is sharp and pain
piercing holes in the air
and same as a human in reign
with knives and crown in hair.

Against the wall try to lean
a hand to understand the fear
for you life is to live and read
while the time is there to bear.

The sweet sound
Of a softly played harp
Caresses my ears
In the warm night breez
I hear the steps of an angel
That is all like a dream
In a fairy tale movie
Where love lasts endlessly
And the sound of the harp
Stops only to start again.

When I am awake
Where is the harp
Of the sweetest sound?
When I flash my eyes
Through the surroundings
Where is the angel gone?
It is just a strike through the heart
That the love is still not endless.

Mischievous wind blows
On the sun kissed field
Graceful barley bows
To indicate its servility
Under the whopping sky.

Soon it is time for a
Masterful peasant
To humbly show its
Joy and respect
And worship the harvest.
In the sun kissed field
Under that golden shield.

One night when being in a dream so sweet,
I heard my mind to call me visit,
I opened the door of my deep subconscious,
To catch the hidden love and beauty.
Oh what I saw and what I heard,
The masterpieces and lovely words,
They stood there sparkling, crystallised
Like pure diamonds on the door of Paradise.
So stunned and proud I digged more deep
Wordless beauty and shining rooms,
It came to me and astounded I was,
Oh, this precious Paradise lives in my senses.
There is so much unknown in the depth of life,
And yet every creature acquires that art in mind.
Do find the hidden treasures of love and beauty,
They will be there behind the valued door,
Waiting on the quiet till you reach the entrance,
And create a masterpiece which will live in history.

A white tablecloth
shines brightly
in your empty eyes.

I call your name
But you don't hear.
You never heard.

I sit before the window
behind the wooden table
And look at the white
bright tablecloth.

There is only one
black hieroglyph
fallen from my heart
launched by my soul.

The brightness hurts
The sun burns my eyes
The hieroglyph melts
My heart freezes.
And you never saw.

When you walk your heart
in the Highlands
you hear your soul's notes
harmonising with the wind
you sing Lacrimosa
on the hills to defeat the world's
desperation and hug beauty.

Striding thoughtfully for
destination to reach
assembling clever steps
always being close
but not approaching.

That is your horizon
with no end
that is your happiness
your path you transcend.
The closeness of reaching
and touching the bliss
proximity of arrival.

What is Human?
What is You?
And what is I?
A bundle of feelings
A collection of emotions
A blend of worries.

It's all Human
Every single cell
Is living a delicate
Secret balance.

Living cells are the same
In every single one of us.
We try to live and be alive.

So why we make the world
A burden, a fear?
Why we make it hard to bear?

The beauty of living
Must be love.

Not hate.
Never hate.

As this will **** the living cell
And create an isolation wall
The universe does not welcome.
And we do not as well.

Where the flowers speak
and bees prepare honey
the world seems chaotic
a whirling poetic journey.

A path is constructed
down the aisles of trees
among flowers conducted
amidst the busy bumblebees.

Under the joyous sun fly
collect the life and warmth
as far, as fast and as high
a tiny heartbeat storms.

The world is so appealing
inside the tiny bushes
where beauty is revealing
the smells of nature blushes.

I dance away this, everything
each move fractures another
window of the prison, shatter.
Shatter! Suddenly it is so
quiet.
Thoughts freeze, emotions boil
everything is too silent, after
after the constant moving.
Dance! Madness is everywhere
dance away, every bit of the
captivation. Inside.
I am madness, in the form of art.

Im just a little sparkly star
in the heart of the universe
and you are a comet
who just flies by
fast and hastily
and disappearing
into the everlasting
night in the universe
in the 5th dimension

It was just a blink of the eye
and then it was gone
forever, you lost me
into the boundless ocean
in the hands of the Earth
when you drop something
you will only find it
in the hands of Poseidon
guarding strongly the land
of the deep blue eternity

And you will find me
in the heart of the universe
as the tiny sparkly star
sleeping calmly in the darkness
of gravity, matter and time
with no end or beginning

The strongest willpower
From the depth of the heart
Will hold walls more harder
Never missing soul's part.

It's easy to destroy
And easy to fall
Breaking the fragments
Haunting the phantoms
You want more, you want all.

There must be saddness
Covered in hope's gloden rag
Everywhere, isn´t there madness?
You can destroy me,
But you can never break,
My wall of will and hope.

In this star-consumed clear night
we look through a kaleidoscope
to see inside our soul's and light
the candles in the dark to warm
our hearts in this persistent storm.

Les maladies du beau coeur
qui viennent sans nul de peur
qui étonnent et brouillent l'âme
mais toujours avec la charme.

L'idealist bizzare qui vit en vous
Qui rit et qui pleut, elle vient d'où?
Le mond n'est pa aussi beau qu'elle rêve
Mais la songe et si belle, elle s'releve.

La sympathie naturelle
La compassion éternelle
Entre les deux mondes
Qui suivre l'âme au fond.

La songe tient toujours belle
Malgré toutes la surréelle.

In the dim darkness
you sit agains a tree
feeling how love is dripping
like a melting icicle
in the first sun if spring.

Down the heart
the honey kissed drops
slide in softness
leaving a mark
of their carved path
deeply in every vessel.

Meeting each other
crawling under the skin
forming a dense web
of darkness and light
mingled, entwined in one.

You sit agains a tree
in the dim darkness
feeling the honey kissed
tender drops of love
slide down your eyes
dropping on the sweet
quietness of night.

Dans les belles nuits sombres
Quand les pensées m’ont hantée
Je ne les peux jamais comprendre
Avant qui ils sont bien captivée

Les pensées si haute et grand
Entoure mon cœur tendre
Les petites doutes et offrandes
Qui mon âme de désir me rende

Les illusions, ceux qui existent
Ils sont doux, si trompeuses
Et pourtant je ne comprends pas
Pourquoi ils sont magnétiseuses.

Mes chères, édifiant rêveries
Qui me donne du chagrin, du mal
Mais sans qui je ne peux pas vivre
Les chimères, gentil et fantomal.

Crimson curtain casting the forest
the sun setting into an eternal space
where your dreams and hopes rest
where you wish to find your place.

Life stepping down the star stairs
Along poetic universe' s lullaby
every pain and sadness you bear
as a butterfly they fly in the sky.

Shivering shadows slink the forest
Somewhere far is the butterfly of joy
Raindrops down the cheeks, so modest
is the way for happiness to destroy.

The life is riding on a merry-go-round
Whirling around the stars
It is rushing and running through
In a continues line of thought.

Until you stop it, make it stand still
And study the millions of pictures
Of the enormous amount of lives
And step on the solid base of it
And whirl along with the thrill.

So many souls pass by your side
So many secrets whisper in your ear
There seems to be no end of it
No end of the woe and despair

There is happiness and luck
There is desire and love
The merry-go-round is full of life
Full of emotions and thoughts

I wonder how it never breaks down
Under that heavy loud
And always goes around
In the circles it makes on the ground.

Starting from the inception
And going through the phases
The beginning of the end melts into a pearl
When you have the chance to gather it
And go along with the whirl.

Flowing water pours
its breath to flow
the wind hastily roars
against star glow.

Smell of rose garden
morning dew grass
silky-softened carpet
brittle-laced glass.

Lonely wooden boat
moon-kept blaze barn
eyes closed and afloat
presence is all I yearn.

Thought after thought
Striving through madness
Whisper of a night angel
Somewhere deep gladness
Gathering the unstable pieces
Of my enigmatic soul
Trying to fit the wonder puzzle
Such an insane parole
All those little memories
Coming like a series of film
Nothing will be lost in mind
There will be remedies
When the heart is longing
The time will be standing
Love is what heart strives
Because that is its belonging.
Lets type in the parole
And solve the enigmatic puzzle
There is just too much to wonder
Though all in the world is a whole.

The rawness of music
startles the soul, fading,
magnifying the tones
until you hear the silence
of the entire halted world.

When the flames come
they gulp the essence
the universe plays its melody
and you burn with no ashes
the colours change swiftly.

Dew covers the flowerbed
the moon awaits patiently
until the sun sets a living flame
to the doomed human heart
who owns the ragged throne.

A living testament
to this world lies
in front of the beholder.

Nothing is constructed
to last the way of origin.

Thoughts are changing
in the startling swirl
of built worlds on top
of one another.

Access the present
with only the past
or future what is about
to disappear.

Destruction can also
be beautiful.

When the moon shines at night
The one exhausting woeful fight
Starts amidst the heart of mine
Swirling in complete entwine.

Noone hears and noone listens
As the longing inside me hastens
In the soothing universe far away
Maybe I will find the perfect day.

Longing, missing, yearning
Waiting, the heart is burning
Forget, they say, escape, fight
But can I forget the moonlight?

One night the wind walked
amid the silvery clouds
singing in choir with the stars
swaying the trees and marking
the love's path in the lunar gardens.

Transparent terrestrial plains
called the mountains to sing
while the snow slid larghetto
to trace the glazing route with love's
cabalistic path till the lunar gardens.

As the heart fills with knowledge,
rising from the profound wiseness
of the world's hidden pouches,
the light strikes sharp in the eyes,
as the calmness comes into the soul
which fills quietly like the rising sea,
and the sunset changes into sunrise.

The reflection of the soul
Is seen within the silver glass
In your eyes where the treasure is hold.

O do say my love what shall I do without you,
How will I bare that agony once you are gone,
So as long as my eyes behold that gilding image
Of you being here. So long I want you to stay herein.
What shall I say without you as all my words
Become stuck in my heart, my quiet mouth
Would not let them out as it is too much in greif.
Do say my love, what becomes of me when you depart
Till that you should thoroughly consider my feelings
Before you do turn your back towards me. And pierce
My heart with your injurious parting. So wrecked
I would be, I still would have my love for thee.

You sense the future anew
on tip-toe it passes the note
and invites you to a mythic
fearful unknown dimension.

Tender snowflakes shake down my world
As I sit by the fire in the late afternoon
The icy frosting around my heart does not
Melt yet. It is shattered down too soon.

I am sitting by the fire, thinking of you
As the flames sip up my flamboyant soul
Maybe I was too wrong to search for the truth.
The little vibration of subconscious. Does not soothe.

We were both aware of the nameless,
The little feeling which increases too swiftly
Nameless. As we didn't want to just call it
Love. Soon the fire sipped it up, too.

The evening light is glowing
Scattering shadows behind

Drizzling down the sky
The rain composes a night rainbow.

Under the moonlight.

I looked out in the humid
Mysterious night
On the moon which had scattered
Its fading light.

The stars were twingling
In the night´s quiet fog,
Beaming.
In my brittle far away soul
I see it.

The silvery stars
Are coming to greet me
The black gown of the night
Is steaming.

To close my eyes
No I do not dare
I will lose that moment
Of my soul´s deep stare.

Your eyes are like ocean
So deep blue and clear
They hold such a treasure
Yet it is all deep inside.
The ocean is calm, no wind blows
Over its divine serenity
The warmth of it is worth to dive in
And discover yet what is undiscovered
So your eyes tell me to do
I know the ocean is calm
When your heart is peaceful.
Yet sometimes I see grey
Cumulonimbus clouds have covered
The deep blue ocean and the wind
It is strong and severe I feel
The foamy tender waves have grown
And hit ashore, they do come fast
The ocean rises and some of its water
Pours out and falls down on your cheeks.
Not often is the ocean so sad
The sun is keeping it merry and blue
It can be wonder to see
When the stars come down from sky
And take a bath in the blue water
It is so bright and glittery
I can see all the radiance
Just by looking in your deep blue ocean eyes.

Silver white stars
Glinting in blackness
Moving feebly
Back and forth

Do you hear the silence?
The blackness is
Suffocating the sounds
But the stars are still alive
Twinkling and illuminating
Giving the blackness
Millions of small specks
In the infinite universe.

There are no sounds out there
But there is light
Because there are stars
Which shine whether it is day or night.

Paris is always a good idea*
Said once
Audrey Hepburn.

Paris is always glittering
Whenever you go there
It is worth visiting
But not worth living.
For that matter
It is too good
To lodge there.

Waiting for luck
Living in day
Hoping for best
I have found my way.

Soothing my soul
Smiling in pain
Longing to say
I have lost my way.

Looking for bliss
Coming out of grey
Finding my love
I have conquered my way.

Stretching the hands out
to catch the universe falling
and in my hands it I caught
and heard you there calling.

The perky stars jumped off
and run all down my body,
feeling like a catastrophe,
I tried to collect them rapidly.

Some singing or whispering,
the stars entered my soul
to start powerful glimmering,
that was when I felt whole.

I stretched the hands out
to catch all the rest left
but none was to be caught
I heard that you confessed.

A dawn, sets upon us,
while notes fly softly
through the humid air.
A language which knows
without words.
Music
the echo of piano
lightens the night
when every feeling
becomes freedom.
Music
the harmony of life
sets its wings
around your soul,
capturing the sorrows,
pouring emotions,
talking the language
of understanding.

One glowing time at winter night
while the stars wait in silence
the poet thinks of wrong and right
craving for unknown guidance.

Standing on the edge of univesre
where is the place of existance
quiet drops of thought disperse
in the emptiness of persistance.

What one desires the uttermost
is different from a single favor
the vast boarder of the life's coast
surrounds the desparate engraver.

The poet is the masterpiece of art
the creator of emotion and beauty
the drop of saddness in the heart
the poet engraves the life in melody.

Oh, the most precious gift
To my tender heart and soul
The most valued feeling
Which spikes through the heart
Like swallow dashes through the air.
So kind and warm I do feel
I keep it locked, dare not to liberate.
But whoever comes to me
Could feel that power of love
I cannot keep it for long
As my heart will set on fire.
The need to spread is strong
To those who feel cold
Can feel warm instead,
And for the most beloved soul,
I would give my love
Along with my smouldering heart.