There is noo need to explain the crossword

puzzles from the heart

as words never dazzles as much as truth

I try utterly to love the questions themselfes

Why you lied for your own sake of fun?

The experience from runaway shelfes

There i am in the past, present and future

Braided with wildgrass and flowers

The music drift through the chills over the hills into the core,

heavy sighs, bordun smiles and your unecesserly lies,

you know

We are all looking for a place to go

Ahead is the awaited greif, your relief

I mould you into my memory, this is what we do then we write poems

poems with a form paralyzing timidity. A quietness in the green meadow

amongst the waiting until i forgot why i was waiting in the waiting for nothing

and all in waiting to come. And i whish you could move a poem closer to balance,

heart and stability. Honestly. When i see you its whith my whole life.

( The Sun Will shine tomorow too...my father Said.)