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there is snow all around and we have invited you in but silence falls like night and the winds carry no sound I remember; it was by the river when you carried me on your shoulders I covered your eyes with my hands and there was laughter It was in the woods, I remember you taught me to ski it was getting dark already and there was still a long way to go and yet there was no rush and we talked about the stars I remember; It was by the sea already after everything changed on a cold day still full of joy when we were all brought together; there were few words, even then but we could still see the shine and the pride in your eyes as I took h

I want us to end under the open sky with lines drawn in the sand somewhere far away and the sun on our backs as we ride around us flows water and stone and the light never lets go and the winds never calm and the ground under our foot never knows rest steps and steps upon steps on the landscape around us and the landscape within us and on the landscape that is us and around and then back again and even if we are here we are truly there like stones on the sand, worn down by the sea but never forgotten one last time I want to stand under the open sky and not know at all that I am here

first we noticed that a few of the street lights had gone out the man who came to fix them said they didn't make them like they used to salt water had gotten into them but they should be fine now a few days later, they went out again the next summer was cold and the tourists were fewer but it was fine, as life in the small town was not what it used to be the fishermen went out every morning like they had done for centuries but the catch they brought back was not good and some of the fish seemed like they were ill and lethargic they made people sick and sometimes, of all the people who went out to the sea not everyone came back one day, a

there is someone in the center of the room watched by others in the snadows light falls on her from above she flexes her legs and takes a careful step; then dances silently as they watch in reverence her veil follows movement and never exposes her face their guest does not know it yet but it is winter and she is dancing at a funeral the light that fell on her today is her last and she will be left outside, in the snow seasons will come but none like this, say the others as they turn their backs and look away

they rose from the black sand under a crescent moon the blood that was spilled was invisible but the rocks cried out, split apart under the pressure and gave their secrets to the crying sea children built memorials from soot and volcanic ash; they walked in procession and sang laments to those who were taken by the tide what becomes of those who watch stand at the shore of the rising water look beyond the horizon, powerless before the waves?

the horizon doesn't seem so far the distance grows ever still a smell of oil in this twisted [D]place what could ever burn, it will the morning sun is a mourning sun this morning sun is a mourning sun darkness seeps through broken seams skyline brings forth only fears around the corners only empty streets tomorrow there will be nothing here the morning sun is a mourning sun this morning sun is a mourning sun take these flowers, hold them near keep them closer to your heart when the flames are rising high remember we were never apart your sun is a mourning sun

I see the birds with wings held high I hear them crying at the nameless sky under my feet the stones that cry they never need to wonder why I saw the fields once in a dream endless vistas of endless green places I know but I've never seen poems you've heard but don't know what they mean this world is crumbling under the sun everything finished, all said and done of those who came 'fore us, standing are none this battle was lost but the war will be won I hear the birds now calling my name I know all their faces, those who have came tears in my eyes I have tended my flame and now after all, it's all the same

in a meadow full of frozen flowers a lonely tree stand alone fingers grasping futile straws weary feet now down to bone eroded peaks of grace and beauty ruthless wind over dry old ground steady footsteps under moonlight lonely place now filled with sound the world is burning slowly and cold all time is precious so I've been told so take my hand before I lose my hold the world is turning silent and old all time is precious shining like gold so take my hand before I lose my hold light a candle for those now gone nothing moves under the soil feel the dim glow penetrate these prisons under mortal coil draw your likeness with soot and ash pa

valoisat aamut ja elämän kevät auenneet silmät ja askeleet uudet aikaa on paljon ja kaikki on teidän unelmat pienet ja haaveetkin suuret yhdessä löydetyt yhteiset paikat nauraen, helkkyen, hellästi kerran ehkä tuo ihminen tuossa on viesti haaveilin, saan, elämän verran muistakaa leikki, kosketus, nauru uikaa pitkin syvintä uomaa toisissanne teillä on kaikki suurin rakkaus ja hellempi huoma

I am sitting here, trying to not write poetry but I just saw a shadow of a cloud move over the trees; the shimmering green darkened a bit but the movement stayed the same even after I had closed my eyes I cannot but fall into trivialities fine details, things between things visions of invisible currents in the air becoming light or how the music call forth images of black sand and memories of how it felt under our feet It is sometimes hard to walk away and it is sometimes easy to take the first step sometimes there are no words and sometimes it's all just the same the indifference and the sleight of the hand I lie here, covered in dust bu