The ocean.

I want to see the ocean

once more

listen

to the waves

carry

the sand

from the land

on which I walk

let the them carry me

deep down

into it's embrace.

I want to feel the water

run through my throat

fill my lungs.

I've heard

it feels warm,

comfortably soft.

That's what I need.

Warmth, comfort

then silence.

Text:   K. Braaten, Hokksund, Summer 2007

Photo: K. Braaten, Hokksund, Winter 2007/8

I wonder.

I wonder how it would be:

falling asleep not crying?

I wonder how it would be:

talking with you, and you not lying?

I wonder how it would be:

if my baby was only with me?

But that's not it, is it?

She is way too cute, and she knows it!

Only in my dreams she would be

only with me…

K. Braaten, Oslo, 20.10.2007

A piece of forever.
 

I guess I'll never forget

that black ebony hair

floating in the breeze

like a raven

playing.

I guess I'll never forget

the way you sat

on that bench

in that red coat

like a fox

arms between legs.

I guess I'll never forget

the way our eyes met

that tiny moment

green as emeralds

focused as a tigress'

but still sweet.

I guess I'll never forget

the way you lifted your hand

nails like razors

cleansed in blood

the way your red lips

clear- edged as a knife

gently changed to "O".

I guess I'll never forget

the way they touched your hand

soft as a cloud

floating through the sky

determined as a panther.

I guess I'll never forget

how you gently blew it my way

the way your lips

turned back to a smile

dimples

white teeth

a unnoticeable blink with the left eye.

Then, suddenly

light changed

from red to green.

The bus drew on

into the night

with me on it…

K. Braaten Oslo, 20.10.2007