Contemplation never got me anywhere
I am stranded on my own emotions; there
See where it left me; sitting, wishing,
Above all, I am left mostly thinking
I look up at the broad sky at night
It always leaves me without light
And as I look up on the sky, the stars
They are the past, I am left with scars
I see ourselves like these stars at dawn
Impossible, unreachable, at last gone.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades den 31 januari 2014 vid Skärhamn, Tjörn.
