how many times
can we part
and still remain whole

That night I saw you sail
on wind made into words
on surf breaking in sound
on foam-crested verses
and your song called again
rolled back and called again
in this storm of meanings
wrecks were made of reason
my tears became the rain.

senorita, his lover, my glass shards
it was one of the shortest nights when
he brought the bright girl-child
in slacks to the backyard

in a waning day, salty skin, mid-july
by the waters of lethe, he found his annabel Lee
he shivered when retracing the gleaming july
when i was forgotten and he was loving annabel lee

he knew anything would last forever in summer
but forever was wasted and short-lived
and so he walked her out and drove her home
and made me listen to their parting songs

oh, the radio hurts! change the station, please?
(no, said my man) and he kept on driving away from annabel lee
and so the song played through seven red lights
and i collected the shards and dust of his crushed heart

I have a garden
on a windy city

it has sunny days for weeks
and stormy nights for months

my plants overheat under the sunlight
and drown everytime the clouds cry

the flowers have scorched petals
and the weeds grows and settle

of some flowers I still take care
but there's dead plants that I could never have back

of the things
you used to say
but you're gone now
so why did the fear stay


-em vidar