3. mars 2007

Solo for Saturday Night Guitar.

Solo for Saturday Night Guitar

Time was. Time is. Time shall be.
Man invented time to be used.
Love was. Love is. Love shall be.
Yet man never invented love
Nor is love to be used like time.
A clock wears numbers one to twelve
And you look and read its face
And tell the time pre-cisely ex-act-ly.
Yet who reads the face of love?
Who tells love numbers pre-cisely ex-act-ly?
Holding love in a tight hold for keeps,
Fastening love down and saying
"It's here now and here for always."
You don't do this offhand, careless-like.
Love costs. Love is not so easy
Nor is the shimmering of star dust
Nor the smooth flow of new blossoms
Nor the drag of a heavy hungering for someone.
Love is a white horse you ride
or wheels and hammers leaving you lonely
or a rock in the moonlight for rest
or a sea where phantom ships cross always
or a tall shadow always whispering
or a circle of spray and prisms -
maybe a rainbow round your shoulder.
Heavy, heavy is love to carry
and light as one rose petal,
light as a bubble, a blossom,
a remembering bar of music
or a finger or a wisp of hair
never forgotten.

Illustrasjon: Tehme Melck (tatt i dag, faktisk. På Mølen, for de som vet hvor det er).
Dikt: Carl Sandburg, Honey and Salt (1953)

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