Vernal sensations
You’ve gifted me daylighta sun-tingled soft sensation of changes,a shift of perspectivefrom darkness to brightness,a closeness to spring andsubtle sensations of joy. While today it was overcast, with daylight dressedin […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
No-thing
It’s not in its melodyit’s neither from violin nor timpanineither from the woodwind weepingnor in the cello’s sobbing,but in the merciful silence,that tantalizing temptationof nothing , right between the last […]
Assassin
The callous winter nighttoo lethal, freezing brightso cold with scattered starspockmarked face with scars.temptress and assassin,always reeks of jasmine.of pestilence and rustfrozen from ferocious lust;the deadly winter gloomboth destiny and […]
Smothered, Missed
I miss the heavensof a boldly shaded skyI miss the glow of sunsetswith hues of rose and tangerineinstead, I idlesmothered underneaththis rotting gloomof thawing dusk.I miss the glassy sheenof snow […]
Beyond darkness
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 