Lovely   Light reflection Thunder of color Hallucinogenic night - I get three lines for The page written itself From my experience is; painting, then retrieving a protein bar From the hexagonal prism lit Box. The lights i see when i close my eyes Forgoing yoga tip mountaintop, color swoon How space eluded me, returned swirling  To me o my feelings on love, timeless, spaceless

Midnight Sun The night light - Then it begins to rain Its becoming Love is The keeping you in my life You as all you are To yourself In God: i tell myself, i'm patient and love is patient without want, self sustaining my eyes.   And my eyes are my hands Writing, coloring, sounding This spirited nestle Squirming birth; I and my mortality, a

Poem Reverie   Night sky tonight Twilight, spook of romance Sends shivers through times Unlatches the clock Hand in hand, cloud to cloud Drifting through expansive Service to diffusing, Dissolving Light in the autumn The autumn pink Rarity, the tree Of life, I've all the love -   I'm mid poem reverie; She texts me Feeling I might not have meant how i felt So

Doves 5 poems, Bjorn, Dec 8-9   Constellation Constellation, i've known now a new constellation.   Strung orion's bow to pleides Stripped the spaces between North and south Dip to dipper Flung filigree fecund Under a nameless star. Purloined;   A new constellation Called;   Dove with Legs       Portrait Future's painters Sop-still love retribution And longer future's Still deep receive Relieves light

Academia Hers; a carnation arrangement of red pink Rain in my magic eye Glistening, listening in on The messenger   Medley we'd be magic Up in the clouds, flying Thinking on eternity And apples crumbs   In the new rise I read The color of her eye The telling in by love   And of futures Unforgettable, unregrettable, Love requisite    In love to live

White Butterflies You were always there for me In the wheat field we'd dream together And fluttered together to Turn back to two   You were always watching me The face shining, sweet shimmering I'd painted in moonlight I'd been every star to your eye   You were to me Emptied as the blue sky Obstinate affection and idle adoration Couldn't you see eternity  

Heritage   Who could Return us our yesterday's Our active eye Peeling petals forward Re-earthing a new world A finery frontier for Language - the Wordless Colorless   Silence     Nestles in perceptions Sweets split stop Conjoin in one, which All people in one Love Might be better lovers   Communicators     Of the deep, the Impenetrable embraced by Us, our own world

Opera House Deep in the jungle. Hairs of her head lay bed my head i sleep in her mind. Every wayside thought is my extravagance, interlace hands in neural prisms, perform a thought, relapse a feeling. Falling in love in the jungle. Suns slung low on the horizon up and aglow skyline, slipping lines between her teeth. If please we'd please make walk over the

Lemon Pepper Poems Bjorn Bengtsson  Dec 6 2020 1   Velvet texture of my thought streams Honestly speaking i’m no poet Probable best on pretty language Worship, blessed eye Answer why with love Active hand who’d found a  Probable better future today Changing minds, changing hearts In acceptance To love   2   Loose verbatim - We in the flower field Watching the flowers really

Having   I found these words written on my heart, follow the light illuminating premise - “Those who have should help those who have not.”   There are those of us, whom i speak from, who have bountifully. We live well in our comforts of provision, we are alive - God does always provide to us who have and us who have not. Us who