not cling to the other for savior
nor pushing each other away
I don't want to climb your walls
I don't want to rescue you
These "games" of our hearts
they betray us again and again
Who is ready to really love?
Just him and her, alone and together.
- Aasa
All poems and photographs by Aasa Bergem
I am standing here quietly
listening to the leaves sing in the trees
filling everything around and in me
with a warm, nestled presence
then, just in a flash
just in a moment
like a bittersweet kiss
I understand deeply
that which has no words
˜*•.•*˜
To F
The branches move sadly in the wind
like hands waving goodbye
I opened up
to a new place
where i can truly feel
I slept too long in a dim light
but finally, I am really here
and it hurts
I love you
˜*•.•*˜
These memories are
like a glass jar filled with
light, green shimmering in summer shadows.
Standing in a windowsill, embraced by
smells of warm spice
and vanilla. I buzz like a tiny little
bee around the jar. Feeling the
softness of my shivering wings as I
fly. A moment with no time, but
just these dreams that form like flickering sun
behind closed eyelids
˜*•.•*˜
A faint longing can be sensed
rustling in the bushes
Close your eyes
and touch the grass with your feet
ever so gently
It´s a forgotten tune
maybe from childhood
But behind these hills,
shivering in the trees,
they soak your skin with life again,
and wander with you thought the soft shadows
˜*•.•*˜
Yes, do that, moon-wanderer
take your heart like a big wet rock
and throw it into the sea of clouds
I will not stand in your way
if our love scares you so
I can even stand next to you
watching it slowly sink to its black, hidden bottom
saying things like"Yeah, let's shock it"
I have done it so many times now
It doesn't even hurt anymore
although i used to hope you were different
˜*•.•*˜
I don't believe in the longing love anymore
in the dreams
in the missing
No, I believe in silence
in the night
and everything that is in the darkness
that is waiting to be seen
˜*•.•*˜
I stretch myself outwards and blend with the clouds
I am a tree with the winds blood in my veins
that feels its leaves fold out,
curiously
I stretch deeper, higher, faster, on -
until everything in me pulls
up, up, up and beyond
to all endings final surrender
I am spread out like butter,
soft, slowly and salty
now, dark, waving clouds are bursting
from my new-found roots
there, i can see the ground, far down
where you are left behind
no i am finally
smiling
goodbye
˜*•.•*˜
I have eyes in my hair
that blow with the wind
and reach out to find
an innocent smile without a wish
I want to know what we really believe in
and what we hide
between our thoughts
in the hope of something out there...
˜*•.•*˜
Benches in the night are draped in sorrow
around them thoughts are filled of all that could
have been
in the day, in the sun
so their cold, nightly solitude
grow even stronger
˜*•.•*˜
In the cool knowledge of
warm windows and sparking walls
far inside
I move beyond
the leaves are crushing under my feet
this is my blanket
and my fireplace are the blue shadows
that sing around each trunk
in the night
˜*•.•*˜
The night make tender dreams arise
that daytime leaves unknown
they gently flow like faint, sweet smells
from old and hidden wells
and gardens overgrown
˜*•.•*˜
I have something hiddensomething forgotten a long time ago
a childhood memory perhaps?
a dream, a hope, a wish?
i don't know what it is
i only feel this sad and beautiful longing
stream through me
like the sight of a bright, warm window
after a long nights walking
in the blue shadows of the night
˜*•.•*˜
longing
without wings
without flight
without eyes
longing
without a face
without knowledge
without mind
wordless
timeless
but eternally returning
longing
˜*•.•*˜
Some road resemble
like a memory in a forgotten street
a place you have visited in your dreams
they make you smile
like wordless memories
and a cat finally come home
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