Air and us
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Fire-feathers
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
Kindle me
Once on fire — now I’m cold I burned too long and faded out — a hearth of ash and longing. Come kindle me with kisses — kindly wrap your […]
Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
Sandman
Whisper me with butterflies lull my skin, giggle, moan me, murmur senseless sleep. Dream me strawberries and cream, sing sunshine in my hair, Be lighthouse, harbor me, Be ship and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 