Anders Nilsson
REFLECTIONS
I
has it all of a sudden begun?
-with this sweet stream of inner music
(that) seeks for ever
the uattainable peace-
or is it perhaps the end
where tones fade out,
one after another.
II
gone, singing a longing song,
-lorn in stingin´ despair
gone, breathing a lasting breath
born in a streaming air
Gone, is a bird become a prisoner
Gone is another word
for a man
called
Death
III
My soul rises
from confining chains
leaving the earthly contedness,
it rises through an anguish cying for change
in front of frozen impassiveness
all of a sudden
the wellknown seems strange
to be aware of an unconsciousness
to breath an air
of streams and winds
to reach an higher sphere
so clean so thin
it¨s a beginnning
of an endless end
called
life.