When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end just as we just began. How can we leave and go alone, apart, again?
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February 22, 2021
I especially love the way those last lines spill so slowly, a wondering. The painting and song are perfect mates for this poem.
Love the Hopper painting and the feeling of longing you’ve created here Bjorn.
This is incredibly romantic, Bjorn and the artwork by Hopper is the perfect accompaniment! 💝💝 Indeed, “How can we leave and go alone,
apart, again?” 🙂
Bjorn- I love your words, and the song and art are perfect!
….and the last of the lyric “Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end” … Your words are beautifully descriptive.
Exquisite this: “my breath is nesting/with your hair;” it captures that unwillingness to leave something so precious. Love it!
A fine honor to the unknown after a meeting.
(btw, I replied to your comment)
This is so tender and full of longing–beautiful–and the Hopper is absolutely perfect with it.
A romantic pairing of Hopper and Brudberg!
I like the intimacy and the yearning in this. A fun tune by Cohen at the end. What a poet he is.
That is really clever and poignant, Björn!
I really liked it 🙂
Awesome work, BR. Even when there’s distance, there is no parting. Great job.
splendid piece, all said above … the lingering question
Yes, where do you go when the music ends and the light go on? Just as our romance have begun. I for one would take a long slow walks over the bridges of Stockholm. 😉
Jag tänkte faktiskt på den här…
So much to like here – that poignant last stanza, the Hopper painting and Leonard too (RIP). Terrific stuff Björn.
I feel the longing
Lovely and romantic. Ask her to stay
I especially liked,
“I wonder how
tonight may end
just as we just
It captures the transitions of alone and togetherness.
All that resting and nesting could be heartache waiting to happen 😉
So romantic! 🙂
so welll wrought with the description of the last dance and the music going going gone
Yes, how can we part? Such a liminal space in this poem.
This is so sad and lovely.
How beautiful. I love the lines “my breath is nesting
with your hair;” sent little shivers down my spine.
“my breath is nesting with your hair” *swoon* A tender write! ❤
Aah, the first flush of love. It can be an agony.
A lovely love poem Bjorn.
Oh, what a beautiful love-beyond-death poem. It reminds me of The Notebook.
Beautifully bittersweet, Bjorn. PS I saw the Stones twice, in 1994 and 1997!!!!