måndag 8 december 2008


The still newborn morning has
just begun
barely awake I lie beneath
the crumpled covers, longing
for sleep

another night of complete
insomnia has past, my ability to rest is
locked behind thick brick walls
and deep endless seas
I cannot swim
nor climb

I am left numb and cold in
this dark bedroom of mine, longing for
heat but you are not here
not today

the naked branches from outside is
painting strange figures on
my wall, distracting me,
pulling me even further away
from rest

Is that a scent of pine I sense?
Then you are here after all, lurking in
the shadows
watching, preying, you eyes
on me from behind the

Come and join me instead of
just standing there.

3 kommentarer:

Annelina sa...

I like it, especially the ending... :P

Poetikat sa...

Your poems are so evocative. I enjoy them so much. I'd love to see them in Swedish - even though I can't understand the language, i'd like to see what it looks like.


shilvia sa...

you're not the only one with insomnia sweet ida...i see the blessing in disguise, my writings comes with sleepless nights :)