To be lost in time and space 
Ignorant towards the rest 
As an inhabited island 
That solely before the sea gets undressed

How wonderful 

To be lost in time and space
Embraced by the very thought of you
Anywhere by the sea 
In all its green and blue 

How enchanting

To be lost in time and space
Determined to seek and find
To wait forever more
With past and future left behind

How divine

To be lost in you 
Never to be found
Weightless while dissolved in your hands 
Tween the sighs that abound

Stills of winter 
In the volumes of unlaughed 
Untested or untold 

Where do they go 

Do they cling to the air 
Or make a loop of their own 

Where the cold ends 
Does it end at all 

Or is it a secret known 
As Chekhov once wrote 
To the migrating birds only and sole 

Migrating birds that flock as one 
Or take wing alone
Breathless yet unwavering  
To reach what they remember once was 

As a desire caught up in a freeze frame 
In silence, in all its burden and despair
In a standstill 
Out in the cold 

Stills of winter 
Where do they go

As if the world is not enough
As if life is just like
Not even alike
Until another dawn dares to peek 

Freshly ironed white sleeve 
And the stain you can’t remove 
Breaking bad with a halo above your head 

All the wrongs you’re about to shred 
Tell the story of longing 
Of routine bites you can’t bear to chew

Would it be right or would it be you
Would it reverse the point of no return
To a breaking point 

I’m bound not to disappoint 
Or leave in times of hard 
You see, it’s with you I’m intertwined

Whispers in my mind
Playing wild tonight 
In a spiral of pictures 
Glued inside my eyelids

As if the world is not enough
Nothing seems complete 
Nothing seems real 
Except you  
In all the colours skies could imagine 

Just leave it to the wind
To the fade of yesterday
In the midst of a city haste
That spares nothing and no one

Leave it out in the cold
To the showers of rain 
And shovels of snow
And then to the sun
That'll do its utmost to melt it away

Don't give it even a thought
Or a glance when passing by

Just leave it
To the time
And the night beasts

As something unwanted
Whatever that might be

Give yourself a go
With all the rest
Fill it in with whatever pleases
Your senses and your soul

Just leave it to the wind
And don't give it a thought

Then if it stays
Unchanged while tested
Against all odds
Only then will it be something real
That can't be sold or bought

So, you tell me 
Is it a blessing or is it a curse 
Should the tide be left on its own accord 
Or should it be overflowed by this verse 

Impulses running wild 
In my brain
Pushing synapses to their final rattle
Up to the tiniest strain

In an overwhelming tremble and shiver
Beyond reasonable control 
Is there an escape, a haven so safe 
That puts to rest one’s suffering soul 

All the thoughts felt
Every single jerk of a muscle 
Unable to move 
In an unwanted hassle 

Like with the poles
Or the west and the east
The transmitter and the receiver
In a never ending battle of the good and the beast

If I was to command the mind 
Would I be wise
If I was to command the heart 
What would be the prize 

So, you tell me 
Is it a blessing or is it a curse 
Should the tide be left on its own accord 
Or should it be overflowed by this verse