The end was just beginning

She was a melody, a flute
She was the voice of skylarks at the breaking point
when summer’s
close to spring.
Her hands were doors to other doors
a dream
for something more.
Her tresses warm
when I held her in my arms.

We met with night,
We met with moon a sickle,
a beginning
when it all felt right.
She unfolded, bloomed and I fell
asleep,

Her breath
had such tender skin (like death)
I must have snored
cause when I woke, with just her scent
pressed like flowers in a book.
I realized I could have dreamt.

Danae by Egon Schiele

Danae by Egon Schiele

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January 12, 2017

38 responses to “The end was just beginning

  1. “She” to me, is the bride and rock of democracy….”Her hands were doors to other doors
    a dream….while we were sleeping, she slipped away…and I already miss her dark tresses ( warmth and depth of her being and how many she may have touched)…when she bloomed it was wonderful..to not see her again or the possible dream is devastating….anyway, this touched me today.

  2. Such a romantic you are, brother, wow. A stirring & sensual romp with a nice poetic twist for sure. I love Kathy’s comment about “She” being Democracy, for she is slipping away with each trumped day. I love your line /we met with moon a sickle/–an image worth borrowing some time.

  3. Some say we are only dreaming this world and I love the imagery of ‘her hands were doors to other doors – a dream for something more’. A beautiful write Björn :o)

  4. This is so beautifully lyrical….as one line is linked to the other in such a musical way. Such a gentle poem….don’t snore, Bjorn. It’s a dream breaker. LOL!

  5. Beautiful poem, Bjorn, I loved the closing lines and I really liked imagining someone being “a door to other doors”. It is such a strong image for me that it beckons painting, photography, surrealism, creation.

  6. The first few times I read this, I thought it was so beautiful, romantic, and sensual, especially these lines:
    “She was the voice of skylarks at the breaking point”
    “Her hands were doors to other doors”
    “Her tresses warm / when I held her in my arms”
    “Her breath / had such tender skin”

    But this time around, I had to giggle at this line break:
    “She unfolded, bloomed and I fell
    asleep”
    … It makes it seem like you’re just about to say you fell in love, but instead, you fell asleep. 🙂 So now I’m wondering if she bored you. Maybe the poem really wasn’t meant to be romantic after all.

  7. This feels like a waltz! Such a bewitching vibe especially in the lines; “Her breath had such tender skin (like death), I must have snored
    cause when I woke, with just her scent pressed like flowers in a book.
    I realized I could have dreamt.” My new favourite from you, Bjorn 😀

  8. What a gorgeous way to describe her scent–“pressed like flowers in a book”! And there is such a tenderness throughout….gives it a dreamlike quality.

  9. You had me at the mention of summer, but then came these wonderful lines:
    Her hands were doors to other doors
    a dream
    for something more.

    I think this is one of my favorites of yours.

  10. I must have snored
    cause when I woke, with just her scent
    pressed like flowers in a book.

    A scent can overpower the sub-conscious to lead one towards deep sleep. Very true Bjorn!

    Hank

  11. I loved this… especially the opening stanza… especially this:

    Her hands were doors to other doors
    a dream
    for something more.

    That is so dope! The anticipatory, tantalizing tone flowing through this poem… brilliant work.

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