Music in the mountains
By Ann Åhsberg
Copyrigt 2010 Ann Åhsberg
Smashwords Edition
Early morning
There’s frosting on the window
and the sun is on the rise
it is five o’clock,
the stars are fading quietly
morning mist is gone
Sweet music
Hear tones from the mountains,
it must be a flute
you continue to play,
feel it in my soul
the sound has the right
color, mountains can it
preserve, tones of a motley
crowd dancing in the
mountains
in the evening they fades away,
adopts a weaker shade
yet so beautiful…
they will soon disappear
I come to my senses,
want to honor the flutist
Music in the mountains
I sing with the winds,
I’m dancing in the mountains
a natural Samba
don’t you be afraid,
if you feel an emptiness
music makes you whole
sing and dance makes you good,
it’s for the soul Healthfood
Brighter days
It felt good that it
went against spring
there was still snow,
but warmer days
the nights were cold
It was long ago since
I were home …
I went up the path
to the cottage,
some snowdrops
made it’s first
tentative attempt
to see the light
when I came into
the kitchen I felt
a familiar scent
coffee …
a very special feeling
arrived
It smelled like home …
Thousand fires and a song
The guitar in my hand
going out in the summereve
to my lovely places,
prefer the beach of sand
inspired to sing a song
and play on my guitar…
an armful of thousand fires
blue meadows of heaven
I want to stay here all night long-
sun at the horizon,
the water hit the rocks
I don’t think I’m in the mountains
rather on the seaboard
an armful of thousand fires
blue meadows of heaven
I want to stay here all night long-
Whispering voice
Moss caresses me,
whispering voice of the trees
and Stone of wisdom
you’ve seen every creed and race
can read in your ancient face
Tide
Every new morning,
the tide sweeps the white beach clean
the birth of the day
Cooperation
Remember the tones from the
guitars
we caressed the strings,
two voices melted together
chasing each other
complement each other,
two guitars in symbiosis
Morning
Don’t forget dawn,
beginning of something new
purple, red sunrise
I never believed
It couldn’t happen, not to me
I’m too old, have my habits
and look at me now
here I’m standing beside you
fell in love again
it couldn’t happen, not to me
I’m too old, have my habits
and look at me now,
here I’m standing beside you
fell in love again
yes, I fell in love again …
Goodbye to old sorrows
I will say goodbye,
to sorrows of yesterday
the beauty remains
I welcome the day,
I’m full of expectation
all is a blank slate
Blissful meadows
Mother …
you walk on blissful meadows
blessed, that what I think
you’re on the other side
if I had wings like a little bird
I’d walk beside you,
hold your hand
but …
you’re on the other side
when you walk on blissful
meadows
you have no more pain,
you dance on light feet,
sing beautiful songs,
your sorrows are gone with the wind
I’ll see you on the other side …
The Circle
You and I
on Mother Earth
our love forever,
we separated one day
loss will be great,
in another dimension
we’ll meet
on the other side
A sign of spring
After a tough winter,
I’m happy for puddles
meltwater on the streets
sun on a clear blue sky,
the days are brighter
still …
thanks for the snow,
has been light in darkness
meltwater on the streets
what a feeling
slushy
it doesn’t matter a
a sign of spring …
The forest
Now I'm almost there,
we meet again after a long break
your paths may I enter, and
your trees surrounding me
on all sides
goes down for the long
sandy hill,
a ridge millennia helped shape
I stay on the bridge,
to looks upon the mountains
on the horizon
continued my walk,
through the forest
butterflies and various
kinds of insects follows
me on the road,
along with birds' singing
is a delight for the ear
then I finally arrived,
taking my lunch, tastes
good after the long walk
I get joined by a few
mosquitoes that thrive
here in the quiet water
they are in the extra good
mood for maybe there's
food
mosquitoes, ants, or
whatever it may be
I'm back again ...
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