Sometimes
- I lament -
The sounds and words
Making sense of them
Float on by
While the sight is
Overwhelming

Sometimes
- I lament -
The sounds and words
Making sense of them
Float on by
While the sight is
Overwhelming


Let's look longingly
At all that could have been
Yet wasn't to be
It brought us to
You and me
Time grows over all ruins
A blanket of beauty
We need not rebuild
What used to be
We only need
You and me
Stand watching out to see
A tower of gold
A pulpit of old
Proclaiming none but love
A witness to the world of
You and me

The world is clearer
In the hearing
Of every word
Thought
Feeling
Memory
Idea
It would be remiss
To stop the flow
Of this
With a kiss

'My healed chest wound
Transformed into a gate
Where I receive love from
Where I give love from
And I care for you...
Split into many parts
Splattered light beams into prisms
That will reunite
If you care for me...
Didn't used to be so needy
Just more broken than normal
Proud self-sufficiency
My silhouette is oval
It is a gate
I can care for you'
- The Gate, Björk
Songwriters: Björk Guðmundsdóttir / Alejandro Ghersi

All the reasons
To and fro
Hang like mist
Obscuring the view
Of the top
All the seasons
Rise and fall
Sunshine kissed
Opening the way
Through the gate
All the words
Touch and fade
Punchline missed
Asking for grace
Along the way
All the beats
Fast and slow
Sung reminisced
Taking us back
To each day
All the dreams
Black and white
Waking resist
Leading us on
In a daze


Positively charged
Channel connections
Nervous system
Signalling
Synchronicity
Rapid transfer
One to another
Transmitting
To clasp together
Naked eye
Exhitatory
Binding
Depolarisation
Memory current
Inhibitory
Diffusing

Tracing pictures, aiming
Tracing details, framing
Looking up, left then right
Drawing down, fine lines
Capturing light
Black and white
Glasses.table.talk
Succulent
Bites.window.wall
Modern art
Wonder.wool.weather
Sun dial
Degrees.world.words
Cross terrain
Into earth
Eyes to sky
Continents
Up mountain
Over ocean
Sigh and cry
Universe
Back by 5

Smelling the flowers
Warm hearth
Warm hands
Storytelling the hours
A cloudy sweet brew
Reading into you
