more like a cloud

I met a new lover last week, 

he breathes the same air as me, 

and walks through the same rain that is more like a cloud than a sea.

I hear him all the time,

though the other loves are talking,

and he feels me

as I move my words through the air. 

His eyes are black as the dark of the water is endless like the sky is white.

We´re all princesses 1. and 2.

1.

We’re all princesses

loving to be loved.

We’re all kittens

furry and funny.

We all want to be

someone’s baby and someone’s mom.

There’s a house,

there’s no plan.

There’s the sea,

and the wish to swim.

And I’m full of poems,

to burst to spill on you, on everyone.

I’ll sing them out later,

I’ll be the sea.

2.

We’re all princesses,

waiting to be wanted.

And we’re all lions

knowing what’s best for us and for the others.

We’re all cubs,

we’re all mothers,

we’re all fierce when ours is taken away.

And we smile back when someone smiles at us.

And we smile back when someone smiles at us.

mustaa, valkee

mustaa –

valkee –

Lattialla on valkeita muistoja,

suussa on mustia sanoja.

Viime yössä oli kaksi eri nimistä

eikä tämä aamu ala loppua,

eikä tämä päivä ala alkaa.

valkee –

mustaa – tilaa uusille muistoille

ja kylmät kaakelit.

black and white as

black and white as

the sink,

the floor, white

as in the memories from

last night

like the two girls,

and this day

or morning not

starting or ending

no light,

only the white,

no one in the kitchen,

here the tiles, seams in between, fractures,

no wish to go

no need to leave

and the dripping

of the white water

on the black,

the sweat,

no memories,

as the black

as the white

the cold tiles,

the surface

of the white,

the endless of the black space for the memories to come.

heartheart

heart heart heart heart heart heart

and my thanks to Bori

About leaving

About leaving (a song)

You were sitting on a chair

in a silent room,

I was lying on a bed

just beside you.

You were not leaving

as there was no one left to follow.

We talked about following,

and I lost my opinion,

Because it’s like borrowing

someone else’s dream to leave.

                      Sometimes I’m stuck in your orbit

and I can’t take my own course

and I don’t understand all.

Maybe there’s nothing to know of

just sometimes to make sure 

I’m dreaming my own dreams through (doing my own things too.)

I was crying on my bed

my head was full

of images of you

and of her who loves you too.

And my tears

are for the fear

of loosing.

And we talked about love and loving,

I lost my opinion

because it’s like the river and the stream

of lightness and kindness and giving.

I won’t ever loose you

you are my friend

as the situations change

we are soft like the summer air.