Obscure Spring Poem

The warmest star in our solar system 

is awake longer and longer, 

as far as the distance between 

my thoughts and the darkness 

down my soul, to catch 

a moment to touch

when nothing exists in the blood

under the skin in my veins,

when flowers grow fast

above land to drink water

from my body of dry emotions

and drunken leaves full

of anger on a highway to 

the sun and back…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-01