When your eyes see,
What do they see deep inside?
Do they see all the dreams,
Which not came true.
Or do they see the dreams,
Where time was not for listening?

Once Upon a Time…!

Once upon a time,
We were best friends.
Did we closed out each other
From unspoken words and feelings?
What started the long distance?
We, the best of friends,
from the cheerful time of love.

It is so cold.

An icy wind passing the room.
Everybody don't care.
Trampling arrogant on feelings.
OUR wishes are the most important!
....and they fight and they are strong,
And they are cold as ice.
One day, you will walk upon my grave.
Then you will feel hurt and you will regret.
But.. it's just too late.
Forever lost in the icy wind.

Hurt.

You was hurt.
With a simple push,
Send deep in a hole.
You got up again,
Ready for another push.
Like a storm of events,
Like a soft, sunny wind,
At last, you was calm in peace.

Let me dream.

A comming dream,
As an unreality.
It must out - out to all,
Whom listening with distant looks
and hear nothing.
But the dream is mine,
until I wake up again.
Wish to go back, back to the dream.
Walking, as in trance.
It was one of those mornings.
Going around, quiet, wishing
The time would stand by.

Distant - Like the Universe.

Our love, short as a breath.
You are here - even so distant.
Distant and unattainable,
like The Universe,
With its big secrets.

The Black Cloud.

You came out of nothing,
As from a black and threatening cloud.
You carried us away,
as floating on a cloud.
You were smiling, silent,
with warm and tender eyes.
And the big black cloud,
was no more threatening.

The Masks.

The masks we wear so smart,
Not only you and me, but all.
Those, who wears the masks,
until they come down,
For the next judgement, the next lie.
You will tremble in your inwards,
If my thoughts you could read.
The experiences, the disappointments,
The positive, the negative.
Disappeared in a make-believe,
Where all of us are wearing masks.
That is a part of being humans,
Or is it….?

I lost you.

I can not reach you,
For my time has past.
So certain as the sun goes downs,
Behind the trees in the forest.
I lost you,
you past with the time, the wind.
Found other ways, purposed was you.
I will always have you close inside,
Like the spring, always coming,
Even, the coldness not have given up.

The Sound of silence.