I Dream of Future Love

I dream of future love
You and me, and a mirror
It was soft and sweet,
how your fingers played with my hair;
trying to shape it and tie it
like the girl in your fantasy.

I dream of future love
You and me, and happiness
It was warm and tender,
how your lips touched mine several times;
trying to read every words of affection
I whispered.

I dream of future love
You and me, and a secret
It was clear and prophetic,
how the dream slipped into
the storybook of my head
the night after our short talk.


by Frouwelinde
20.11.17
for the dream i had last night

Intuition

My heart is already yours,

even before you ask for it

but I fear that I already know

the song of our farewell,

even before we meet.

by Frouwelinde

17.11.2017

 for my feelings

Falling Hope

I thought I would find everything that I need in you, dear beautiful maple.
I have been looking for protection under the mighty oak, but I didn't find it.
Even the linden doesn't have any love left for me,
and coconut tree can't give me happiness.

I was just about to pick your colorful leaves to brighten my days,
when I realized that your trunk is too tall,
and the wind blew your leaves away to the sun in the south
before I can reach them.
I thought you're the branch I could hold on to
while I am pulling myself out of this trap,
but I am always wrong to set my dreams too high,
and even wronger to have my hope too early.

By Frouwelinde
31.10.17
For you, to whom I gave my hope too early.

Fireworks

I remember the first time I saw fireworks;
I gazed upon it from the terrace of my house.
It was so magical, so unforgettable.
Even when the sparks didn't last long,
the echo of the explosion stayed in my mind for sometime;
and since that night,
I always look forward to New Year's Eve
just to admire how beautiful they are.

Many years have passed and I met him.
The unexplainable brief encounter had brought me to my childhood memory.
He reminds me of the fireworks,
sparks of all hues in the spectrum,
burst of northern lights in all possible colors.
His words are the sound of the firecrackers my hear trembled at.
And when he's gone,
when he's gone,
I desperately look for every signs of him,
the remnants of his presence my mind can't never forget.

But not like the colorful fire in the sky,
his sudden goodby left me forever in the land of nowhere,
searching for another chance to feel the burst of his fireworks again
one more time.

24.07.2017
for you and our brief encounter

Trust You

Why do I choose to trust you?
Someone I don't even know
A darkness, a mystery
The light, what are you?

I don't even know
whether you are awake right now,
or you still sleep after that short conversation

I don't even know
whether your mind still plays our words
as often as mine

Are you really the rainbow man,
who lives neither in black nor white?
Or are you the Mephisto to my Faust
who come to satisfy my thirst
but trap me in misery?


23.07.2017
by Frouwelinde
for the short and confusing encounter.

I Dreamt of A Past Love

I dreamt of a past love
It was short but sweet,
warm and neat
Not a rush, rather slow
Friend first, lover second

I dreamt of an old love
His warm hands embraced me
Protected me, comforted me
He looked through my eyes
and saw my hurting heart
He didn't even get angry,
that I still had someone with me

"Leave him," he said
"If he hurt you, just leave him and be with me"
We hugged and kissed under the blanket
No further sexual action which I didn't need
I cried for sometime on his shoulder

I dislike the idea of knight in shining armor,
nor a prince on a white horse,
but I'd gladly call him my dragon slayer.

21.07.2017
by Frouwelinde
for a short dream about a past love in the time of need.

An Invitation

In an unexpected time I received
A greeting without an envelope
A welcome sent by the wave
Through the sea from north to south

I have told the universe

How the northern ways always fascinate me

Though my sinning ancestors

Had made me unworthy of it

Now I can't wait for the winter

I'll take my dream to fly with me

And cross the glowing rainbow bridge

To dwell with you in the land of myth

05.06.2017

by Frouwelinde

for the invitation to the midwinter celebration among the people of the past

Not Always Good

What is GREEN is not always good
Sometimes GREEN is destroying
GREEN is not peaceful
Although some people claim so

GREEN is destruction and heat
Sometimes a color of warning
What is GREEN is not always good
At least that is what I've learned

What is WHITE is not always good
Sometimes WHITE is not pure
WHITE  is not innocent
Although some people said so

WHITE  is immoral and dark
Sometimes a color of hell
What is WHITE is not always good
At least that is what I've seen

26.05.2017
by Frouwelinde
for something wrong in this society

Escape Plan

Red is the midnight sun that shines on my face
White is the snow I'd gladly dance on
Blue is the sky I sung out loud to

Red is the berries that I ate in summer
White is the mountaintop where I placed all my dreams
Blue is the night when I saw the green light

Red is the house where I feel welcomed at
White is the pavement where I'm safe to walk on
Blue is the sea where my longship sailed on

Red is the love my heart has for you
White is the peace I can find in you
Blue is the inspiration you draw in my mind

Red
White and
Blue
is my escape plan

17.05.2017
by Frouwelinde
for my escape plan

The Girl Who Waited for the Train

I met her today
while I was waiting for the train.
She is still young,
not even twenty.

I asked her calmly
"Are you waiting for the train too?"
"No I am not, because my train is here,"
yet she pointed at her heavy books

"Oh, but those aren't train,"
I said confusely.
"It is to me. They are the train to my dreams,"
I smiled and asked
where will she go with those "train".
"The north," she said, while jumping into a wagon.
It took her to the south.

I saw her today
while I was waiting for the train.
She went south, not north.
I am going to the north.

She was cheerful, although seemed tired by her day.
Her lover has waited
in the end of the railway.
"He is not your lover," I said.
"He is," she insisted. "For now."
"Your lover is in the north," I told her.
She smiled shyly and looked at her books again.

I thought she agreed with me.
Her heart longed for somewhere else
and those foreign books are her train
to reach that somewhere else.

"You're going north," she said, realizing my destination.
"Are you happy?"
Silence fell between us.
"A little," I said, while jumping on my full train wagon.
To the north.

I waved at her today.
We stood on different platforms.
I knew her very well,
yet I couldn't destroy her dream.
"Stop your dream.
Your happiness is still faraway."


 by Frouwelinde
22.02.17
 For my younger self and current self.