I have no idea why I gave this that name but I can’t think of anything better right now. I also have no idea where this came from, the image of trees with lots of blossoms/leaves glowing in the dark beneath one of these infinite skies at night just popped into my head. Might be an aftermath of the awesome nature in Öland.
One of the rare things that turned out almost exactly as they were in my mind.
Ich hab grad in einem Moment geistiger Umnachtung beschlossen, daß meine alten Gedichte doch garnicht so scheiße sind und deswegen werden die jetzt hier gepostet. Los geht’s mit einem Erguss, der von einem Stück von Dead Can Dance (Sea of Tears, glaube ich) inspiriert ist:
* these stains these stains they got at you and you they got at you and you don’t know Isabella Isabella these stains these stains they got at you and you don’t know why I’m so frightened for you Isabella Isabella these stains these stains they’re haunting you and you don’t know why I’m so worried about you Isabella Isabella they gained they gained controll over you Isabella Isasbella.
