Still there’s life
Time is passinggentlymeasured by the wilting,by the sweetness of decayand by colors fading. Time is leavingstep by stepby lovers clingingto the scentpreserved as bookmarksin books forgotten. Time will stopby flowers […]
His unmarked grave
Beneath a willow, unmarked graveremembered in the winter’s shadowby an aging raven in the tree once a vibrant maiden, waitingfor her soldier left to die somewherebeneath a willow unmarked grave […]
Mysterious Moon
Like the moon, you saidabout mewithout giving it context, and Itoo wary to probe, started to wonderto wander between differentreasons;was it my coldness as snow?or was it becauseI was only […]
Would be Blind
Your skin would be braillefor my wandering fingertips,your lips, elbows,the nape of your neckwould tell methe quivering story morethan the smile on your lips. I would listen to sighsevery beat […]
Candlemass
Halfway into the nascent light I noticed, on my morning walk, a pre-sunrise twilight making my wood-trek viable. I walked to the sound of cold snow squeaking underneath my feet. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 