Poet Introduction "Always, always, faithful beyond any man's deserving. I will keep the colour of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree's love." -Tree
In this dream we were in a meadow of some sort, sunny day, warm breeze making the grass sway, eating blackberries from a wicker basket lined with kitchen roll and watching the sky. In cinema against the clouds the following text scrolled, sans title.
When I lie with you, soft in this world I exist in every moment, each is the last A breath clinging, at event horizon lips The hourglass shattered, beneath a gaze
In this one we were standing under an arch of concrete, I...
ønsker meg at du kan kle på seg selv Og søvne i egen seng Æ ønsker meg at du kan forstår Kor høylytt du er når du sing Æ vil at du vil spise mat Ikke bare snacks og sånne ting Æ ønsker meg at du kan fortelle Korfor du er lei deg og gråting
For det meste
Æ ønsker meg at livet ditt bli enkelt En cake walk med masse icing Med smiler, venner og kos Og hele veien løping
Upon the forest floor Amongst the leaves of fall Butter yellow in their prime Tasty chanterelle A symbiosis of nature Not you without your tree I pluck you up to my basket Now you belong to me
Further steps into the woods Reveal another sneaky Growing in a little bundle Penny bun porcini Oh you fetch a pretty pence But it's not meant to be For I've all the ingredients now To make a tasty dish
Dandelion wine and bluebell blankets These spring days, man I'll take it Sun peaking through the canopy Clouds windswept, doing alchemy Daisy chains adorning hair Life's warm, got no cares A soft breeze tickles at my nose As I lay back and begin to doze