Endless Prism

By inga borga hedvik

Endless prism is a book about life, how we sometimes ending in situations as if standing in a room and in front of you are four doors but which door to enter is a big question. Also this book is very lyrical and emotional but to understand it is a prism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: May 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483624280

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Copyright © 2013 by Inga Borga Hedvik.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 04/09/2013

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and after all i hear your name so long floating my ink i laid upon your back note and now you are blowing new trace of who like the star your words are falling into me but what was that did you say if only echo of your blindness fever come again and walked around me blew i blew did i but to say so said why it is so still clear so bright and the the days used to flow beside yours but now i have to build my tower and my dreams like screaking string and joy you tinted all over my frame like stinking now in wet sun light i do one more time but did i send did i send my love was floating like you traced but who finds a whisper of above if we both were looking so high and now you letting me fall into the river but i sank in the ocean and i saw your reflection your heart tremble when you walked by when you sat in me with your tremble with your thoughts you sat and held my love a distance was illusion for your deepness i was talking to your beside your star your star and your waving trace is still there still laying on the same green and it is too soon to see but open your window and stretch your line i see i feel and i listen your chosen way my grace beneath

my feet no stitches melted in a flooding fall of wet like eyes falling back from china burned dreams ooze like eminence of your grace and to die a little bit sad when you are leaving your dreams behind and you caught my utter if you wrote that word of some ones feeling did you feel it though…

alone alone like a star in a night reeling flowers bright in the dark like reflections come out of your mind colours new dream of your past hours….

when you open your eyes for the world did you see merging rivers and a boat floating the ocean i saw a desire to step i saw your dream to find i saw your love for the being flow i saw your strength to wake my heart you taught me to rise and morn faded the dark dark faded….

in the note of the mirror keys step in or out stop or walk behind feathers but never back pointless confusion but on your back rail and you took your books to read for you never forget if only they will forget you….autumn 2005

bang bang of restless mind how to cut monologues if music bears the existence moreover stretches the dots on the line and sinks in the flow another corner another stool and you see someone is passing by again and again the corner was mine and your silence walked bent beneath your skin but why the children cry there and i i am holding my drops in a corner god take me from me leave me to sleep on your understanding but i….let me…show me that path where to stay….2005

solemn solem walk down right to that turn where love awaits like sound of the heart and you walk so slow like tremble of the leaf sticks into you….2005

butaforic flower beside your window and i hear the scream links thousands drops flooding the air merging into chords of your weeping soul motif if you try to leave behind and devout now for that that you can not figure out morose uttering moreen mortify motes of that past times change the engine of your needs and for the second to feel feel the falling drops as if it is

your first link new touch like oils once had to die for new breath now it is more alive justifiction of sailing karma ooze of violin stuffing strings to play o lord play a chord for me say you will and i could live again again walk alive i kneel beneath your chalice and i will drink of your word washed my blindness darkness a spring 2005

if you were standing long enough so you aware of merging lines deep enough not to stand upon….

my thoughts are blocking my mouth unpredictable nature is weeping the traces of golden edge seeking to lay on your shore drowned bridge and you walk like a ghost through memory streets looking for chain

maybe someone will cut it like free wave is coming to wash your dust of my achen skin…

the touch of the eyes

when we look at each other

faded spaces and hearts

pulsate into each other

shiver shiver

what are you feeling

the beginning….2005

flamingo sibilating in the wind burst with a sound for my souly soul i look at my imaginations at that sky where he is flying now and in a rain pouring rain here castles of history one lady was found of dreams behind the shining frame no answers can be really found it vanish with hours but here so to say or it would be to brave to shout i will shoot of red upon my canvas skin and stars and black sky can be so heavy and flame of lighting the candle burns the air as if i stood up as i run into the secret of mirror revealing the tale of the green tree green sound green feelings for new conversations with new in red blooming sky….say roses…the season of love….2005

expectation..perhaps one or two drops of it mostly existence revealing transcendency of the touch of flowing word sound pictured

observation i could say one if you could feel floating sound of it that would leave the listener understood and that would keep making my sound sound maybe of you

and if we could think of who are the you that you live expressing your life for me for us but to find the one who understands you realy is a purpose

but if you found something for yourself among those colours here was a touch of his heart and even more his soul

though it is only image of something that is not dispensable in the expression of that form as if i could paint bright colours to cover the sad day and why not why i should sink into the darkness if light could always make you feel better the same it is a confusion…boundary beyond of it…every single brush line is a very new possible feeling and i could paint the same images but never the same feeling never the same leading word for that new sound already again…in other words life gives colours forms in it is way and i as artist i claim to draw the line left and right but only through thousand feelings that hold me here….

and which way to open the doors if so many words we lay so many meanings flew by be a light she always says that as if she knows what to say but how to open the door if the key is on the windowsill and now you are climbing up but this is a fifth floor and if i fall give me if only one wing so i could lay down like broken bird and maybe one who is passing by will stop by and not to step on……..

nobody knew why she was there only a wind by the window froze in deep winter through door step rattling the time cold of her existence isolation beside a little small lake iced of quite warm memories pulsating the water under her body under a kiss of time there beside pines left of summer

stop

he is wading the shores looking for answers how she will answer if she ever to hear his illusions his cries and free him in front of falling sun again into the nights

but they were walking the streets dreaming the dreams they were talking they were dancing together the memories his aura upon the time if it is still breathing or i am am i leaving the

cross lights of blue like this sky your sky skyblue eyes and it is moving her lips to touch his now and only now she is more lost in her trembles shivering in the memories dreaming his beauty beauty he shone tell me how real is this morning

tell me how deep is your sea tell me you are waiting to find me and we run run to get there you are back beside the candles light and paint upon the dark with all white like your flower and you tremble now because you know how i tremble how i am lost in my strength and too weak to lose it once again like pile of dandelion upon the field you are sitting still still you are listening for that word and taking all breath away of somewhere is somewhere a plain where we are merging at each other somewhere is a rain washing the dust somewhere is all what i have to tell you roots growing older falls west my sorrow somewhere i am still talking somewhere we are loving and somewhere you are not letting me to cry somewhere the time has come to say but would you like me saying i am drawing circles losing finding somewhere….and somewhere we still living……….of b and o

my earl of sacred land

and silken sand that bears

your grace of gods

i stood beside you

and forgot fragility of words

that was a melody

of sailing boats await in the darkness

for thee

and i will be strong again

to find the light of your grace

my earl of sacred land

my melody of existence

in fragility of days but

strong is your wisdom

my earl of sacred land

and love of grace of gods

a flower upon my pine

with all fragility of words

for thee

my earl of sacred land

moon arms….

swathed in a moon arms lost in sleeping silence

floating through the left sound of hissing winds…if only the twang of the light shrill of his eyes waved through my whole existence my soul as if some ones moving lips words almost screens like from old film were whispering now as if lullaby closes heavy eye again opens so louder and closer beats are still trying to shone of warmth and light will lay and devout for dreams so beside sibilating breeze so touches the window uttering secrets of reeling lines of ground dry sand like waterfalls fall bit by bit grain by grain and light would change the darkness soon as if waters heard the prayers and me she was like mountains flower in red were drinking shines of your dark of your eyes blue such a beauty flowing through them could she miss the

seeings of that dream but if she knew a killing thirst for flooding feelings fragrances do not leave space for ones breath fragrances of yours as if it tints her as if melody as if flowers and the colours seems more bright and growing if though shivering upon the flaming dark and winds so lightly rocking the blossoms so by the running rivers white sail unclasps your eyes take

hers bonnet let sun kiss her pale cheeks through eyes you could not miss a bearer of uttering sonnet of rolling letters the touch of wet as if two streams bear swamp as though scented petals lay upon the wings as if swathing perfumers of new season why leave the blooming shelters if trace is so full of memories justifying twist of us unjust idleness if feels stop floating sound breath as if soil ignites as if gasps for new fresh blow if curls as if plaiting into each other through winds of magic veil as if forgotten existence cease…only silhouettes like blossoms upon the hills of rain purl like drops of yours and drops of mine and clouds above them as if mosaic and heart picks word in the reflecting tone so say am i screaming the song of love i

need a flower braiding into your ringlet devout winds of your road let they tear my chest or curse me if you need but i saw a tower of ivory in your brown as if i felt your ship was rocking me you bore me upon your dream…so and wind and now or storm if violent take me steal me like pile of dandelion reeling through the air through the field you are sitting o hissing wind

whirl me upon your seeings for you could trap me in your glance be yearning for vibrations of the distance as merging at the horizont sound encloses echoes of humming wheels like whisper of ones heart sound of the wave of green as mellow like whisper of ones heart sound of wave of green as mellow like a silken string violin takes pulsations of yours as if it is that moment now as if i am laying your moire as from your tale through sibilating breeze materializing form of me as if i feel so free as a bit of dandelion as if upon velvet wing…tickling through your inner stream as through the poison for your breath trembles of my touch like falling blossom down from the tree beside you are sitting still like a feather so catch me hold me so

wind could not steel the fragile bit so light but strong if love would cover both if bough would rock like song of hissing warmth of safeness of flooding feelings of love….

wind traces the glance of his 

and traps the dream of hers

possess fields of new bearers

if words find sheets to lay

beloved weave wings of swath

blow blowing leaves possessed of love…

love dreams for glance could not resist

if rolling lines would touch

if you could not forget

the name of harmless breathing

take leaf by beat and reel with it

like drying ink sink in the time

a minute itself vibrates kismet dublin 2005 

if i could share the night sky of stars

beside beloved pulsating glance

let lay ornaments of drawing shadows

be me and closer my pomegranate

if waving wings enclose of lullaby

rock me like mothers echo

of love of poison of immortality

dripping aeon catches swinging seat

through hissing wind like hills

of sense of blossom of billow

blowing lords of vivid white

as shadow of the one once passed

of love of kingdom…………….may 2005 dublin

from the hills i left or i take a bird a song a narrow road a string so faraway now though so close if i seed something in this real sky if it blinds through painful shine you turn and i will be looking for i do not belong for even if i do not belong i belong to you…now you can shout shout very loud dessect out some things you do not need to keep spaced trapped though if again and touch the old pine they were standing by the ocean schopped of wind bent because time now can be a beauty and they sang the song from your lips and distance turned and your glance stuck upon my whistfulness and your flower awaken within me my water you felt free for once as i did too and this creak and you dipped me standing already await until i hear your tale after you sung but you sang your touch my