Kiss You

I want to kiss you.
I want to kiss you every morning when we wake up.
I want to kiss you every night before we go to bed,
every time you are leaving home and every time you come back again.
I want to kiss you before I wave goodbye as we walk separately on the station platform.
I want to kiss you after I welcome you home every evening.

I want to kiss you.
I want to kiss you under the midsummer maypole,
under the midnight sun that creates pink colored summer sky over the capital city.
I want to kiss you under the northern lights over your hometown on Christmas eve,
under the cherry blossom trees in the king's garden
and the falling autumn leaves in the open nature.

I want to kiss you.
I want to kiss you happily on the cheeks for each time I am grateful for your help.
I want to kiss you romantically on your lips between our random dance to our secret playlist.
I want to kiss you passionately on every inches of your body as a prelude to our sacred unity.
I want to kiss you gently on your favorite spot as we both lie in an after-lovemaking sweet dreams under the bed sheet.

I want to kiss you.
I want to kiss your sadness away in your lowest point of life.
I want to kiss your worries away after any failure.
I want to kiss your wounds from any past nightmares and let them heal.

I want to kiss you suddenly as we sit next to each other on the flight to our dream destinations;
and I want to kiss you softly and slowly as we sit next to each other on our old days,
staring at the sunset sky and be grateful
for every memories we have made together.


19.04.18
by Frouwelinde
for my wishes with the black fox

Silhouette of the City

The sky explodes in orange color
Bright twilight scene in the background of grey spires
Did you gaze on the silhouette of the city
from your turquoise window in the hawk tower
while I was walking under it
to reach my destination on that day?

Could it be that the little girl under the highway
who saw the same silhouette of the city
have a memory of your friendly voice
and a glimpse of thought about my happy smile?

Maybe I walked past the glass window of the cafe
when you enjoyed warm coffee with a friend

Maybe you have once stared proudly
on the flying cross in blue yellow in the corner of the road
while I was making a wish on my biggest dream in front of it

Could it be that I have looked at your ocean blue eyes
as the synchronization placed us together
somewhere under the silhouette of the city?

by Frouwelinde
16.03.2018
for the possibility of us being in the same place in 2013

Your Flag

I wear the colors of your flag today

Colors of another hope, another future

Color of the clear sky of my upcoming days

and of the sunshine that'll smile on my face

Color of cornflower, the symbol of requited love,

and of chrysanthemum, sign of optimism

Color of the sea that separates us,

and of the sand that connects us again

Color of thousand nights that will keep us safe,

and thousand mornings that greet us warmly

I wear the colors of your flag today

for it's the only way to show

the colors of my heart

By Frouwelinde

07.11.2017

for the new hope in the new place

Three Stages of Love

My fairy tale love was with a knight.
He stood under my window in the castle tower,
sang minstrels' songs of love and adventure.
I thought we would be inseparable forever,
kept pushing against the waves of old laws
in the world we live in.

My tough love came when my heart was kidnapped.
A barbarian chieftain wanted all of me for him only.
He fought many wars against the cross and himself.
I didn't know that my attempt to heal him
would hurt me in return.

My mature love is yet to come.
I see a son of king with wisdom in his mind
His word will heal my wounds from the past loves,
and his hands cradle me to thousand nights of sweet dream sleep.
I wish for courage to place my trust there.


10.01.2018
by Frouwelinde
for my life story

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.

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.

The Gate

The train went through the midnight gate,
the border between daylight of fantasy
and the real.
You and her, she and you,
and me.
Love sat across my bench,
laugh and dreams were beside me,
and myself.
With a song that sings
about a gate,
if I went through which,
I will meet you in the other side.
There is no more night for us,
it says.
Only flower meadows, laugh
and holding hands.

The train went through the summer gate,
the border between past fantasy
and the real.
I and you, you and me,
and us.
Love stays by me,
laugh and dreams are with me,
and ourselves.
With a story that tells
about my gate,
through which I have walked,
and found you in the other side.

16.05.16
by Frouwelinde
for my gate ~ Summer 2013, inspired by all my memorable journey with train since 2013 and the song "das Tor" by Faun :)

Rainy Day by the Sea

On a rainy day by the sea
Where is our boat?
We do not know.
All what I remember is
the time seemed to stop;
like my heartbeat,
as you kissed me.

On a rainy day by the sea
I wondered about your heart.
Did you feel the wave of love
constantly crashing the wall
of your heart, like
the wave in the sea
never stop kissing the docks
on a rainy day by the sea?

10.04.16
by Frouwelinde
for the second rainy day in Bergen, autumn 2014

The Merman

Oh life, I think I saw him!

The water spirit, my element

Do you remember two years ago,

I gave my voice to the sea-witch

to reunite with the prince

and stay in his beach castle.

Oh life, I think I saw him!

The water spirit, the merman

My water sign.

He drowned me in his enchanting words

I was struck with the waves of strange feelings

and I can't resist anymore.

Oh life, what should I do?

I took a terrible choice

to exchange my voice for a pair of legs

and now I am bounded to the prince

unable to go back to the sea.

Oh life, how stupid I was!

For thinking that I was the water sign

And now I saw him, I met him.

The merman who sang me songs

with his seductive voice

while I am bounded here on the land

with my beach prince.

by Frouwelinde

16.03.16

for the merman I saw in my life journey

inspired by Den Lille Havfrue by H.C.Andersen

Excitement

Even after I stood in a long line,
and raced with time
through gates and hallways,
I still cannot be calm on my seat.
Keep changing the position of my legs,
while reading the antique bible of yours.
And when the view on my window
shows me the clouds and blue sky
above small islands of your beautiful land,
my eyes cannot stop seeing.
My mouth cannot stop smiling
and my whole body is flying
far to the imaginary daydreams I always have
back in my homeland

by Frouwelinde
27.10.14
for my feeling on the flight from Frankfurt to Oslo, 15 September 2014

Maybe you won't understand
why sometimes your ice flower melts down
Are those tears of sadness
or does it drop because of happiness?
Maybe you won't understand,
and you will never understand,
but when you start wondering about the reason,
look at the mirror and you'll find ---
the ice flower melts down for you,
because she cares so much about you

by Frouwelinde
201014
for uncountable tears that dropped in many nights

Since the Last Day

I know it has been a long time
since the last day I saw you
My soap bottle has turned into
white from purple -- almost empty
And I can see the silver base of
my smoked fish inside the blue plastic
And there are only two slices
left from my rice cakes
Does one day without you 
still mean one day closer to be with you?
I don't know.
I wish you'll come
before all the writings on the maps
start to fade away

by Frouwelinde
211014
for my missing feeling

Sunset

It reflects on the glass

windows of the skyscrapers

Here in my city

But there -

Someday on the peak of the hill in Bergen

after a short ride with the Fløibanen,

Or as seen from the top 

of the ferris wheel in Liseberg

It would be thousand times lovelier,

seeing the sunsets with you

by Frouwelinde

090914

for our unfinished plan