Saviour
Surface sixth part, his perspective

Him on my back
I swim towards land
scared of delay
my mind is determined
I have little to cover left
as fins feel sand
giving me hope I need

Dragging him up on shore
I search for his heartbeat
startled and freeze
as he coughs up water
relief of mine heart appear
shaking in limbs making known
he will survive

Irresolute of action
I sit beside him
his eyelids fluttering
become clue to depart
heaving myself slowly
I retire from scene
for I cannot be with him

Anna

One more time
Surface seventh part, his perspective

Incomplete feeling permanent
my soul is half
having fought for hours
my desires are plain
easy it may not be
though simple it is
I must find her again

Anna

Eye contact
Surface eighth part, her perspective

Surface pulling me up
I find myself at shore
eyes searching quickly
finding what I look for
his walk brisk as
his eyes briefing sea
he soon found me

Ocean blue gone
sky grey disappearing
world turning
as fast it is vanishing
our eyes locked
of what we cannot open
hauling us in hurriedly

Water up to ancles
he is close to me
hands nearing my face
it is warm on my cheek
quiet we are
as no words forming
will we ever talk?

Anna

Meeting
Surface ninth part, his perspective

Coming across at beach
her eyes has found me
enchanting me to her
we meet at surface
laying my hand on
her face cold as ocean
my voice has vanished

Sitting down slowly
I do not care where
she closing in giving
hope on feelings mutal
lifting her hand
she put on my cheek
only existing in mind is her smile

Anna

Border
Surface tenth part, her perspective

Gazing into deeply
I cannot see else around
desire of uttering feelings
I open my mouth
but water falling out
realization falls upon me
I cannot in air speak

Surface tenth part, his perspective

Understanding I can without
words nessecary between us
she may not speak here
as I may not in water
conversation become impossible
for we different lives have
confession only I can do

Complexion of problems
building to heap
we may not speak
as niether live united
she breathing under water
as I live in air
our love frail to point of breaking

Tears in my eyes
I who can tell talk
our love is brittle as
barrier is intolerably strong
love we have in mind
but reality is cold
will you survive it?

Giving up I do
for you can think it plausible
if we take chance
living for me is bearable
I will come here
every day so
can I see you at border?

Anna

hej,hej, har varit i fullt skå med julfirande och har knappt tid med att ens inse att det snart är nyår! har i alla frall hunnit skapa lite dikter på engelska (poems) och lägger nu upp dem på bloggen!

God Jul och Gott Nytt År

Anna

   

Vad man med jämna mellanrum behöver här i livet är att glömma bort. Dina alldeles för många problem kan få vänta, och låt dig dras in i en annan värld och njut av att uppleva något som inte påverkar ditt liv och inte kan orsaka problem för dig.

Personligen finner jag fantasy böcker fängslande och omöjliga att sätta ifrån mig, men att ha en verklighets romans eller fartfylld action till hands är lika uppskattat.

En bok jag för ett tag sedan läste var "The name of the wind" av Patrick Rothfuss, vilken heter "Vindens namn"  på svenska, som hade en förtrollande vacker engelska och jag kan helhjärtat rekomendera den!

Här är beskrivningen på baksidan av boken:

“I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

My name is Kvothe, you may have heard of me.”