|Poems from Kim Burgaard
Traces of Time
I have no past, I have no belongings,
I live today but dream of tomorrow,
without a doubt, without contemplation
I close my eyes and change destination.
Reach for the sky in deep meditation;
visions of gold and earthly temptation
fall from above like rain on a clear day,
colours the world and shows me the right way.
Traces of time and moments of hindsight
telling my story in flashes of stillness
turning around like wheels in slow motion,
spilling their tale with urgent devotion.
What could be done, what could be different?
How can you say you judge my conviction,
how can you know what I should believe in
when you don't know what I am feeling.
by Kim Burgaard