My days are not the same..

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

My days are not the same
as in the forests of birdsong
and butterflies - of my childhood 
and all the  s i l e n c e 
that danced around 
the lake - meantime
that we sat in the boat
waiting for the perchies..

The days of life
gives and takes all.
One day so full of gratitude
an other - so broken and lost
but still in the middle - of 
the story worth living
with a wide open heart
like wings..

Life 
without you
will never be the same again.