Day 1953, a day.
Day 1952, when.
When I look at nature
when the air feels like the rain that darkens the horizon
and all the noise fades
when nature brings me silence
~
I sometimes
Day 1951, clinging.
On my way to nowhere
I landed on this structure you build
in the moonlight
~
I don’t even know when
Day 1950, their world.
Did you know
that there is a whole other world
going on in the garden
Day 1948, for no other reason…
Around every corner
I smell
a new surprise
the same
an adventure
a land
a place
~
to bee
Day 1947, it seems.
If there is so little depth
in what you see and do
~
it all seems to…
Day 1946, getting undressed.
I saw the flowers today
parading their beauty
opening up
~
like the dresses I see
getting shorter
when the sun gets higher
Day 1945, floated.
there where so many seeds
that floated through the air
last summer
~
and still I am happy
that you landed
not so far from me
Day 1944, open.
When you walk through new streets
are the stones that carry you
there to bring you to where you want
~
or where you don’t want
Day 1943, mark.
I aim at you
is it because I can’t
take my eye of you
~
because you hypnotize me
or myself
Day 1942, can’t
The picture I have of you
have all the lines
come together
somewhere I can’t see
~
but I know when I meet you
it is all there
~
where I can’t see
Day 1941, signs.
We have a complicated language
with thousands of integrate words
~
but most often
a sign
a movement or gaze
a certain tone from the one you love
say at once
all that those words
can’t
Day 1940, blunt.
At first glace
you look perfect
~
it’s the intricate beauty
that distracts
~
that’s why I see trough you
Day 1937, dark or light.
