gelukkig nieuwjaar.

in old weird america.

a page is turning tonight.

if peaceful and cold.

out on the moors and "stoned immaculate"

as a star sails past.

I recall that we are too.

sailing through space.

toward some unknown place.

light years from today.

in the crystal caves of my soul.

a glimmer of hope for us all.

but a great sadness until then.

until we lay down together in peace.

may we be blessed with whatever peace is out there.

and our brothers and sisters home with us.

where the heart waits it's turn.

sven.

 

folks.

hope you've enjoyed.

please come back next year. I'll continue to 'go forth'

happy new year. thanks for coming and for your support.

roll on forever.

december 31 2013. sven.

niko.

"to family and healthy eating!
 and wine and birds.
 and trees, yes to trees.
 and fish. and to skewers and melons!" sven.
merry christmas & happy new year.





(niko pirosmani)

goedenavond.

good evening again old friend.

I remember well the night we met.

a star died that night.

they named it after a swedish doctor.

whoever walks this street and calls at my door?

an old man who whistles low.

and forgive me if I'm wrong.

but didn't you once steal a pocket watch from me?

well I guess you know me well.

what other news do you bring?

a well worn story unrolled yet again.

and just one more cup of cold coffee.

the snow outside falling lightly and silently.

reminds me of who I am to you.

a son or a soul who's traveling on.

and you alone too for now.

as he heads into the darkness.

his footsteps quickly disappear under the falling snow.

and he is soon gone.

I remember that night so well.

sven.

did I miss it?

did I miss it?
how long was I dreaming?
where do the moments go?
how was the morning?

you were meant for me.
but you remembered something.
neither of us could see.
until you explained it so well.

christmas morning and you're still sleeping.
keep dreaming there's no worries.
you have your whole life.
to open what's under that tree.
sven.

merry christmas.

merry christmas everyone.

the forest floor is frozen and harsh.

but inside my tree all is well.

and I can forget the dangers lurking outside my door.

my chipmunk wife is busy in the kitchen.

our children have their own holes.

and I have acorns stored for the whole winter.

it's good to be alive.

later when larry comes.

with his wife wilemena.

we'll play bridge until late.

and maybe he and I can go bug some squirrels.

merry christmas everyone.

sven.