Do not Sleep for Long

Dreams are important to follow
Plans are important to make
But if you intend to waste them
I think you should probably wake

Your time doesn't last forever
so action is good to pursue
Though if your dreams are hazy
they are what you have to do

Sleep, sleepy sleeping beauty
Dream dreamy, dreamy dreams
But do not sleep for long
Your dreams might not turn
into a song

Your life sympolizes a flower
and do not let it go to waste
And don't let the others' dreams
turn into a 'copy and paste'

You only live once, remember
Let the actions be your spring
Or you'll forget the very song
you didn't dare to sing


Don't dream for long. Take one day at a time.
What can you do today, to contribute to the rhyme?


Sleep, sleepy sleeping beauty
Dream dreamy, dreamy dreams
But do not sleep for long
Your dreams might not turn
into a song

Colorless Rainbow

On the very outside
you look a little grey.
Like a furry kittycat
drowning in a bay.
You seem to have just no desires
and nowhere to go.
To other people you may seem a
colorless rainbow.

But on the inside, secrets hide
-a pile of precious things.
Values, creativity, a melting heart which brings
all things good to those who would
just take the risk to sow
their time and effort to observe
the colors of this
colorless rainbow.

A Whole New World of Opportunities

It's morning. -A whole brand new, fresh, cool day.
The air is so uplifting. And the fog does really make
spooky shadows when the sunrays beautifully shine
on ocean, water, river. It makes me feel so fine.

They say I'm a morning person, oh yes.
And who cannot be that when experiencing this?
I do have respect for both owls and morning larks.
But in the morning, please, all owls:
Don't turn into great sharks.

It's a whole new world of opportunities.

The Hour Glass

An hour glass is fragile,
just like the time itself.
An hour glass is physical,
you may put it on a shelf.
But time might seem abstract.
-Impossible to catch.
An hour glass is quite exact.
-To time somewhat a match.

With every tiny grain of sand
the time will slowly pass.
And like with water in my hand,
the time seems less and less.
But this perspective is just from a human mind alone.
When people some day are no more,
the time will not be gone.

A Big Blank Piece of Paper

A big blank piece of paper
right in front of you...
What are the many things
you possibly could do?
Could you write a letter,
a poem or a book?
A story of your own life,
or of worlds of trees and brooks?
The options are so endless
that you probably won't know
the outcome of what waits
the paper white as snow.
What could just come to mind?
What could you write down here?
Imagination can be kind
and also quite sincere.

The Future Foggy Mountain Dew

I'm walking through the forests on a foggy winter's day
Bare trees and snow surrounds me
The temperature is a couple of degrees above
the point of what separates ignorance and love

I watch the footsteps from where I came from
I seem to have left som prints in the world to come
What do I tell, how do I live?
What am I to leave or give?

Many won't know your name or your path
Don't expect yourself to fingure out all the math
But don't let the apathy be your snare
You can participate if you care

Many won't recognice your face on the picture
standing next to your coffin some day in the future
What do you want to leave those people?
Faith, hope, love, or another puzzle?

It's your choice to make the days
count, thought rapidness is their pace
What equipment do you provide for those who
are to navigate though the future foggy mountain dew?

Lonely Christmas

Light shades and glitter fall to the ground.
The sky's turning grey and rain's pouring down.
I'm staying at home wearing my gown
while people rejoice all over the town.

Dinner is ready, the Christmas tree too
but what are these pleasures without someone who
share it and sing along with my song?
To sing it alone again feels very wrong.

But there is no choice left to be made.
Being alone is being a shade.
And without no family, without no friend
a Happy Christmas is for me to pretend.

But with this scenario, with this event
I'll still choose this day, this very moment
And devote it to thankfulness for all the things
the year has bestowed me. And bitterness gains
no root.

The History of Individuals

Many people, many men have long gone passed away.
I know every one of them had many things to say.
Many things to teach the generation of this time.
Wisdom, knowledge, hopes and stories of which we are blind.

Other times and destinies, other views of things.
Some people died young so early, flew away with wings.
Secrets come and secrets go. They sometimes end in graves.
The history of individuals dissolves, grows weak and fades.

Rush

Why, oh why, do we always rush from A to B?
Is everywhere the destination, this shouldn't really be
The tempo of this caos world, it kills the peace inside
The silence of our nature got an eageness to hide

And if we just sit down alone and close those tired eyes
Then do we call it laziness which is to be despised?
What happened to the peace we once were given as a gift?
The peace of mind that once was there to find, it seemed to drift
away...

Another Day is Gone

I'm  watching the sun going down
The color of orange is covering the ground
Light disappears slowly into the horizon
Another day is gone

Days are slipping through my fingers
Nothing lasts, nothing stays or lingers
But the thought of it is wisdom or poison
Another day is gone

Many people grow old saying
"I am planning, I am waiting"
Someday they might realize that of thousands,
another day is gone

I'm watching this and I understand
that I now hold a treasure in my hand
I enjoy the day today
And another day is gone

A Bowl of Golden Apples

A complement or some advice
can make another human wise
Unlike some silent mocking pebbles
they're a bowl of golden apples

A golden apple makes you good
It's like a nice refreshing food
which satiates you, makes you strong
when the road you walk is tough and long

They lift up people's minds and souls
and patch the old and wounded holes
You'll be ready to fight battles
if you eat some golden apples

Cheer those apples you might find
They are jewels to your mind
A complement or some advice
are golden apples of great size

The Perception

(Dedicated to my sweet Hanne)

The woman in the mirror
has an ordinary face
Not totally free of wrincles
but maybe worth a gaze
And though she doesn't know it
the other people see
a pretty worthy creature
who reflects eternity

A perception might be disorted
by the observer's eye
It depends on clear cut standards
or models, but then why?
Why should there be some people
who decide the basic rules?
Do they decide what's beautiful?
It's really kind of cruel

And so the pretty lady
with the mirror in her hand
lays the mirror down and leaves
She does not understand
why she cannot transform
and why she cannot be
what she would call a standard
What she would want to see

An Endless Road

There is an endless road
which you just have to follow
I know there is a distant goal you wanna reach
sometime tomorrow

But do you understand
it doesn't end by death?
You will keep walking forever
But you will walk in happiness

Now try to walk with your heart
according to your hopes and your dreams
And you will not be blind, but see
the wonders of this world and eternity

Mustard Seed

(Dedicated to my dearest Anette, because she likes mustard)

A long time ago from now
I remember I did somehow
plant a tiny mustard seed
in the garden of another kid.
That kid was you, my dear good friend
and you'll see that in the end
the biggest tree in this land
is the one I gave to you, my friend.

Misty, Misty Forest Green

Misty, misty forest green
I know you, I know you've seen
the secrets hidden deep within
your heart, a place where she has been

Dreamy, dreamy is your trance
Almost like a fairy dance
Not many enterers have got the chance
to escape your grasping hands

'Lost' is a valid word
when I describe your killing sword
Even hedgehogs, even birds
are not shepherds in your misty world

Down Under the Silver Surface

Many stories have been lost
about the sea and of the cost
of those who fight the thunderstorm
while trying to keep their blood warm

Now the turn has come for you
to survive the giant waves, so cruel
To steer the ship, escape the depths
The giant jaw which willfully collects
...the hearts

After the storm, when waves do sleep
who knows what the ocean keeps
down under a silver surface
of the quiet deep

The Night is Quiet

The night is so quiet, quiet and still
I am awake sitting in my window sill
looking at the world out there
containing darkness but also streetlights,
like dim chandeliers
It seems like the whole world is resting
and that this moment is everlasting
I am enjoying it all that I can
It might not reappear again

Treasure Pearls

There are kinds of treasure pearls
available for boys and girls
There are riddles, worlds to see
if you curious could be

There are people you could know
Other countries, ways to go
Wisdom, knowledge, things to earn
if you reading skills will learn

Open up a book sometime
A novel or a thriller kind
A story that will give you eyes
for new horizons and new skies

You'll not understand me now
but you later will somehow
Books are shiny, treasure pearls
available for boys and girls

Le Conte de Fée

Il était une fois....
un tigre jeune. Elle s'appelle Cécile. Elle mange une petite souris un jour. Soudain un gros agneau arrive. Il dit: "Vous mangez mon trés bon ami! Honte honte sur vous!!! Cécile éructe et dit: "Pardon. Excuse moi..." Et Cécile mange l'agneau aussi, et sourit, et pense: "C'est un bon jour pour moi." Et elle alle à la maison.

Amicalement,
Kristine et Ingvild :-)

The Spell of the Well

I was crying, I was sad
and took the only coin I had
I slipped it into a wishing well
casting my own secret spell

A spell of hopes, a spell of dreams
A wish for joyful, happy things
Things I didn't own for sure
Things I need for evermore

There my coin sank down so deep
among the other coins to sleep
Now, I'm waiting just to see
if dreams come true, also for me

The Future You Dreamed of Yesterday

A flower, a cat, a star in the skies

are all blessings in disguse

Complaining is something that I despise

cause moments are diamonds in my eyes

A heart shaped stone from the sea

given by someone dear to me

A strawberry red as can be

These are blessings, don't you see?

So many people go through days 

skipping moments in all kinds of ways

They fail to perceive the sunshine rays

The moment now is the future you dreamed of yesterday