The broken white-cherry tree,
split in the trunk as it was,
beautygrown to be and give,
stand remembered
*
While rivulets trickle down before him
he takes out worms from wild raspberries
*
Daydreaming that He reaches Time,
The All Reality‘s Naval itself
He, in lee safety under shelter
He, which is calmed by the rain
*
HOPE
LUST
WILL
SUN returned
with eyes thorned
He is redeciphered,
violated and tarnished
He is made unseen,
outplayed and leafless
*
Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness
*
Into the fold to be corrected wrong
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch
He gives glances without words
Flickered
*
This in-borne, devouring,
hate‘s real despair,
frost strikes this inconsolable life
to all the Worlds in wait
You will only find healthy stains
which will appear as like unlike
feed even more than the actual hindrance
which have refused this Önds greatness
Cease to order my realityanswers
after your willbelief of whim emotions
Taking me now from this unbearable;
out from the existence of wassails drink
YOUR SOUGHT DIMINISHMENT DOES NOT REACH ME!
HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!
KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!
GRABBING THE DEATHBREAD FROM US ALL!
CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!
GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!
BENEATH SUN AND MIST
1 SIGFRIDSSON 