i´ve seen pleasure emerge
like a weat dream
seen it vanish
and then disappear
i´m astonished
by ravishing beauty
chased by feverish panic
and fear
in this age of
contempt and
confusion
when the wheels move
with increasing speed
i am captured by
sheer desillusion
i am always defeated
by needs

dazzling dancers
and colouful creatures
stumbling out
in the warm april night
all alone at
the end of adventure
no compassion
or comfort in sight
i am guided by God's Own
anointing
shadows must fade away
where there´s light
heaven can never be
disappointing
every messenger
has his own fight

LARZ GUSTAFSSON
April 3, 2008