I am sitting

Foto: Tibu Borgstén

I´m sitting
around with a guiet mind
without frames
or landscapes to name.

And without a reason -
my words fly rapidly
and almost wildly by my eyes
reaching all the way to the roofs-
and I recall
some timeless memories.

I´m sitting and sliding
backward and forward
in a moment full uncharted air.

I´m attempting to draw -
with my fingers like a child
all my dreams on the window,
with beautifully sliding pearls of water.
And I can almost feel an abundance
to come to my life
here and somewhere.

I´m sitting
and dreaming of hearing the crickets
play their ceremony for me..
just once more.