Stefan Stjernberg.com

Dressed in absence
the voice of the wind
Inside my own matter
As in the sum of a dream
crossing over my madness
to its nest in the heart
I have been cut in two
as i rearrange my faces
From one place to another
wheeling over myself
Sleeping,
in a thousand tiny reservations

Breathing
in this crowd
Our bodies lose
their loneliness
And waits
Perhaps it waits
on a frozen tear

A certain sense of order
outside of myself
An accident of hope
cast up from my childhood
If i turn away
I give you back your heart
with a new skin around it

Behind the time
were worlds are created
One by one
Like the dust at our feet
I breathe you into my dream
mixing yours
Inside this
And i have made it mine

From the day’s dim edge
the infinite
Will test you
Like in a glow and radiance
from the unseen
Out of reach
she’s standing close beside me
When it grows too strong
Our masque will disappear

Blow into my shadow
the eleatic skies
Into night and day
and the deeds I have done
Just let it all go
In the end
it is more than me
in that diary of my mind

Into the realm
of evolving human souls
A thing as love itself
Of madness
Grown from a neglected mind
Set on fire
from temptation
and suffer in this world
Following its own wild will
All dangers dared
I hold the golden vessel
of my heart
in my hand

The voice of Nature
Reach down
wide open to the light
Of Reason
In a changing sea of colour
diversion and content of mind
Whatever your answer

It is always there
That which we do not possess
like a wicked and evil eye
On the brains of men
With great faith
no one can rate
We cannot harvest a heart
never made on this earth
and turn away from evil

A simple truth
begin to awaken
It is you, mimicking
A cold familiar wind
In the half light
of a vaudeville
It completes the picture
And catch a glimpse of me

On this moral sea
I have a temple by the sun
Where the days promises
Blows in
to a deep rumbling
Under the domed walls
Moved by the clock
of good and evil
There is a hunting in heaven
with the waves of my desire

I follow you
between your reply
and my senses
When we walk
outside these bodies
At the wheel
Moving over you
At all times
This is the dance
of life
In the middle of my mind

Mad objects
strangely strayed above
On a tiger tooth with stars
Where lustful venus lay
Drumming up a fever
To blame the clouded mind
With my dark horizons
back into the sun
as i step forward
Towards my place in time

A sense of absence
when my eyes are shut
I walk
in mute geometry
Of fixed ideals
and something broken
In the same way
empty gestures unbalance the air
I have been overlooking them
Because their disguise is too bright

A visionary force
along all those bright asterisks
Initiated by the rising sun
A looping faith
from afar
Pointing toward the fabric
of some feathered circus scene
When night comes black
It is the only place to go to

From the thorny uncertainty
of the masses
To the sky
Through a conscious mind
with salt and sweetness
I live suddenly
and other times i follow
I am here
where everything seems to be set
Each day
In the four corners of the wind

A presence
is enfolded in mine
Like a candle, fixed
in the original dark
It hides in me
Where our days are shipped

Held up in between
a new emotion
and some otherworld
Leaving the trail
I listen to the south
For that silent lost land
in a window full of sunlight

It goes deeper than we know
Much deeper
To the very edge of our life
An outward and visible
Submission, answered
by a perfekt madness
Right were we are
Like a sudden flash of geometry
in our individual creation

Out of the clouds
in a broken pattern
Out of the darkening north
In the roots of my vision
I hear no sound
from the strangers
Or from the sound of men
over my heart,
in this vast enfolding near

Unseen
my hands explore
the silence
Waiting to pull you down
In voids without light
And you,
may go on flying
at the center of feeling
And maybe
When the daybreak shiver
in your dream
I will give you all my keys

I write for you
For my inner occupation
on which my hopes depend
since i am drowning
in my own mouth
I just can’t
answer for a life
that never end
outside my own skin

In this stillness
From who knows where
I am no other way
without my moving
into the unknown’s depths
To dreams of vast sensualities
Where the human generations boil
Today, tomorrow, yesterday
who cares?
You made your domain
Come and be drunk
in that restless longing
You imitate
Just like our own

Inside those words
formulating my body
I greet you
Through the broken window
of my solitude
Like in a wind of anguish
Embrace me and I forget you

Something is talking to me
We are all talking to it
It is at our finger tips
The adjustments I have made
is the same as your own
I wish you had been there

Beyond,
in the great world
I answer them
in contemplation
Concerned with it all
I could have
gone on forever
All this
Without the reason
we keep to see
Bursting from an old
living quality
In the background

Settled in the depths
Far away
of what I do not have
There is no shield
Or costume
To school myself in
I’ve arrived here
with all my baggage

The landscape
of my childhood
From inside myself
A conscious mind
Lost to the masses
I left behind
In the dreaming
Energies not spent
unmade themselves here
With my substance
In silence
Guarding the wounded air

Each day
The voice of our lives
repeats everything
that exists
Like we were pushed
by one alarming breaker
Risen from his sleep
To make us face things
through the hands of time

Twisted nets
that seeds itself
in the dark
Passes through my life
Without my body
leaving any memory
On the surface

Threads of twilight
Emerges
from the night around me
My independent heart
do not subscribe
to the world
It sheds
its own light
At times
When I close my eyes
and read life

To come here
We all arrive
by different roads
in silence
We possess the creation

I understand
the portraits
The dark monarchy
With no face
The unknown
without a crown
An endless line of men enslaved

Inside my own matter
I am an everlasting well
Stretched out
in front of an emptiness
that have touched time
It refreshes this evening hour
And pushes me
into certain corners
the majority never want to know

I am invisible
in my sleep
Surrounding me
With the beyond
And in my absence
We meet
on the surface
Entering the dawn

Will you hear me
in my original darkness
When I watch
The margins of a morning
softly waiting to be born

My eyes went away
Somewhere
and shut myself in
Waiting for me there

These things
of a ruined day
They come out again
Things
that hide in you
In my own non-existence
piled up
on top of the silence
Other men grew

Settled in the depths
of movements
under the infinite sky
At a distance
of no use
in my wounded ground
A clockwork dream
hides you in vain

Both to the future
and to the past
A moment
over the beginnings
Passing
As you it seems
Over the stone walls
of your duty

I am not that judge
That slides
in and out
of my barefoot brain
with many colored tongues
I have daytimes
and nighttimes
The raw material
of inspiration
to go with
Beyond the known
in the room of my life

The answers
I must have
The one vessel
Whose thoughts
are not taken
of the alphabet
It can change water
into light
And keeps me company
To protect me
from the drill

What you’ll never really know
The hypotheses
above your head
It comes into your mouth
like a pantomine
with a mask on

Listen hard
to the animal within
Life have made you well
in another place
It is moving in
To be there