Thinking is discomforting like walking in the rain. When the wind increases, making it look as if it`s raining harder... Fatet blir ikke mere enn fult !

Old Town (Obidos)

I never kept sheep,
But it`s as if I`d done so.
My soul is like a shepherd.
It knows wind and sun
Walking hand in hand with the Seasons
Observing, and following along.
All of Nature`s unpeople d peacefulness
Come to sit  alongside me.
Still I`m sad, as a sunset is
To the imagination,
When it grows cold at the end of the plain
And you feel the night come in
Like a butterfly through the window.


The town I always wish I was in...

But my sadness is comforting
Because it`s right and natural
And because it`s what the soul should feel
When it already thinks it exists
And the hands pick flowers
And the soul takes no notice.

Western point...

Like the clanking of cowbells
Beyond the bend in the road,
My thoughts are happy.
My only regret is knowing they`re happy
Because if I didn`t know it,
They`d be glad and happy
Instead of unhappy and glad.


Good wine...

And if sometimes in my fancy (fantasy)
I desire to be a lamb
(Or the whole flock of sheep
So I can go over the hillside
And be many happy things at the same time).
It`s only because I feel what I`m writing when the sun sets
Or when a cloud`s hand passes over the light
And a silence runs off through the grass.


Fantastic...

I greet everyone who`ll read me,
(There are much more to come)
Tipping my wide-brimmed hat to them
As they see me at my door in Moss
Just as the coach tips the top of the hill.
I salute them and wish them sunshine,
And rain when rain is called for,
And my their houses contain
Near an open window

Nice place...