The Great Fire

The time is not certain

Neither is the place

Where the fire started

Where everything went south

We blame everyone, including

Eachother

Playing the blame game

That no one will ever win

Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

The World

Reaching out to the world

The world is busy

With itself

No time to listen

Just waiting for some

Form of release

That will never come

End Of the World

This is the end

My friend

The earth is going down

While you drink

Your coffee in town

It splits and nothing

Remains

Only the memories

In your brain

Sunset

Time is moving slowly

The insight and wisdom

Is fairly limited

It is late in life

Late for hope

Still the sun shines

Like it does every day

And waking up

Is still a great feeling

In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

Nordic Spring

Out in the marshes

The life restarts

Near the cold and frigid

Sea that still lives in

The winter hiatus

Yellow flowers and

Colorful butterflies

Appears out of nowhere

Even the lost humans

Start to melt in the

Strong sun

Bleach

Bleak light through thick clouds

Makes the world grey

The future looks bleak

I try to turn

Around without being

Able to do it

Feeling weak

Incapable of changing my life

Just not this time

This life

Local Cosmos

Traveling in my mind

Inside the enclosed room

That is my

Limited mind

I do not know

Very much

Just some empty fragment

On how not to live

This is me

And I have to stand

Who I am

Searching, always

Searching for

Different worlds

Sometimes I find them

Late at night

Evening pleasures

And just like a dream

Soon forgotten in the morning light