hmmmmm

What I dislike:

the feeling of business
walking through parked cars
frozen fingers
unclipped toenails
and words unsaid
broken glasses
cold goodbyes
unkempt yards
and a world who wants more
but gives less
lights in my face
the expectations of others
eyes that follow the face
but wont look within
disagreement
not knowing what to say
and dwelling on the past
when this day
is waiting to begin

what I like:

Something in the oven
fruit on a tree
opening the front door
falling leaves
toes beside the fireplace
wrapping presents
writing a note
life without a mirror
stones in cold water
the sound of the wind outside
holding a child's hand
tracing the stars with my fingers
hot tea before bed
forgetting everything in a book
the feeling of petals on skin
raindrops on my face
sitting with a loved one in silence
and sporadic hugs

starlight

if i walk with you
in the starlight
will you
hold my hand

if i walk with you
in the moonlight
will you
look into my eyes

if i walk with you
in the darkness
will you
light the way

if i walk with you
in the cold
will you
be my warmth

how i long for the starlight
the moonlight the darkness and the cold
how i long for the bleakness of tommorow
that you might make it bright

another year older

it doesn't quite feel like I'm a year older

twenty two

it sounds so grown up
and i still feel like the little girl
who ran after boys on the playground
dug in the dirt
and emptied detergent into her mother's high heeled shoes

well, acording to the calender, I'm another year older
i think i've decided this year that its best
to just stop counting

nothing less

Once in a while

the world stops
the wind stops
the trees stop
swaying
the people stop
saying
and time stands still

if only for a moment
life is put on hold

Once in a while
you recognize the day you are in
and grasp it
for what it is

nothing more
nothing less

branches swaying

morning dew
says how are you
ready to face this day?
what have i left
to say

if i do the dew
and say im fine
will i suffuciently conclude
this rhyme

if i dont do the dew
and say im not
the world may wonder
what i've forgot

loved ones praying
branches swaying
my peace comes from Him
and I'll answer

Jeg er bra, tak