A poem by Sven Bjornstad

Sven Bjornstad is a singer, a programmer, a father, husband, guitarist, poet, a moral man. He is a thinking man, a good friend, one of a small handful of humans that keep this grumpy hermit composer (of strange texts) upright and forward facing. He has always had my back. He needs to write more. It’s fitting I should start this new year of creativity with this.

It seems to lie in darkness
But it is soft and pure
Its innocence:
As corrupting as a crime
As deceiving as a rose
And beauty:
Like long soft fingers
Of a past remembered day
 
The house beats like history
Shrouded in streetlight
I remember:
Lurking like a criminal
but a harmless silhouette
An obsession:
As dangerous as a thorn
As comforting as sorrow
 
It lingers like shame
Hidden in recollection
A wisp of something real
No innocence, corruption or beauty
 
Just long soft fingers
and a past remembered day