Saturday, 23 April 2011

Satu Kaikkonen


I confound you by our evry part,
          we shall changed into  birds
and the sky is a blanket
     from which the light dives its naked shadow.

Dreams eat us the same way
as the flowers are eating their way through the earth.
Waking up is a risky oppoturnity, a measure,
which painfulness is forgotten
               time after time more easily.

Your face will be dearer to me day after day altought
I forget  the continuums of  your little details.
I touch you through my dream
- you are far away, and near,
so near as the length of the breath,
under these same

at the place I don’t know
yet, maybe never.

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