Lost

When did it start within
when did our dance begin

was it in the morning light

As the sun was rising to the sky
or the black of night
when the night swarms flew quickly by

I cannot tell the time, for I am lost in its sea
I dwell in this hour, lost beyond me

All that exit now is a naked heart that’s me
For I’m changed, I am new
Your touch set me free
And all that I can do is to coexist with you

I am but lost, still it’s all I want it to be
lost beyond reason, lost beyond me

It doesn't even matter when it all supposed to start
not now, not then, not at all
says my pulsing heart
So vulnerable and small

My heart, long lost in the deep of your sea
Its swallowed all my senses, a price paid willingly


 

 

Sonett: Alderdom

Å være trøtt og sliten i kroppen min

Å finne glede ved regn på kinnet

Å være glad er å holde hånden din

Å finne  glede beriker sinnet

Jeg er aleine med min tanke

Jeg er her enda for en liten stund

Jeg kan fortelle hver vemodstanke

Hvis du vil lytte til min gamle munn

En dag vil du være trøtt og sliten

En dag vil du finne de gleder små

En dag vil du bli puslete og liten

Og undrende se fra den gang til nå

Så når regnet faller kan du forstå

at store tanker er så bittesmå

I should be

I am who I am,

though I often feel like I should be.

Something so much greater then the one you`re left too see.

I wish I be that painting hanging on the wall,

the one with the mighty dragon protecting big and small.

Or maybe I should be a golden statue of a girl in spring,

that always keep on smiling

no matter what her day may bring.

But I am often neither,

brave or glad.

And often I feel quite opposite,

more cowardly and sad.

But one thing that I know,

always will be true.

I am utterly and endlessly in love with you

Real life

I once was told
That I must be old
To understand real life
Then the years past by
And there was I
Standing at a still
For neither was I brighter or wiser at my will

Though I tried to study life in all
The puzzle was still there
Challenging and making my utterly despair

Then suddenly, it dawned on me
For my thoughts was the simple key
For life is this, as it came to be
Here on this place called earth
I would not have existed here
If it wasn't for my birth

So to understand real life is to simply see
The understanding lies in that I once became a me

The spaces of our heart

At times our hearts can feel so lonely

Like someone’s not around

And you looking for the only

That someone to be found

But then one day I did discovered

Its not loneliness we might feel

But something more profounding

Something just as real

For our hearts have many spaces

Some big and some are small

It gives room for different people

Both the short once and the tall

And all these spaces has its stories

For they all has its own person to behold

But at times our hearts grows bigger

It’s the beauty of a heart I’m told

And in this change we find confusion

Misinterpret as a lonely heart

But instead it’s more like a pressing feel

When a new love is about to start.

Your beauty

Your beauty is not form from your reflection

Neither from the glances that are cast your way

For those eyes that look upon you

Never saw the beauty in your day

For you are more than your reflection

You're your kindness and your smile

You're your laughter in the morning

And your tears that's running wild

You're your wickedness that haunts me

You're the rosy skin that heats my night

You're the song that can't be written

For no words can form your light

And in a day I see true beauty

Standing by my side

For no first impression or no mirror

Can show all the beauty that you hide

For you're your beauty

Your true self

And if one saw you in your day

They then would know true beauty

Should be looked on just this way

Bildene

Jeg er bildene som sitter igjen
Hvert eneste et
Jeg er bildene som skal komme
Hvert eneste et

Jeg er dem alle

På godt og på vondt
De vakre og de dårlige
De kjedelige og spennende
De er sin egen styrke, sin egen svakhet
De bærer sitt eget håp og sin egen tro

De er alt 
Ingen av dem er endret, kan endres

Men allikevel er de akkurat som de skal være

Akkurat riktig
Selv fulle av feil
Av unøyaktighet
Av riper

Og alle bildene fortjener
Å bli studert
Å bli godtatt 


For de er det kjæreste jeg har,
Akkurat som dine bør være det kjæreste for deg.


For det er gjennom bildene,  mening kan skapes
For gjennom dem vises det menneske du er
For gjennom dem dannes en historie

Som bare er min, helt ekte.
Som bare er min, helt unik. 
Som bare er mine, hvert eneste et.