Beyond the horizon

Stunned but open to receive
the welcome of the host
has been delayed

Since we perpetuate
this old argument
burned by the flame

Moved by a thought
perceived as a problem
because it got out of hand

Yesterdays problems are gone
tomorrow is easy
stunned yet moved

Perpetuate the name
look at me not in shame
undying pride guides my work

But left unseen
as for a shadow
that goes underneath

Basement shows colours
at a fight with a beast
yet undying

Could endure some beasts
could endure frost
are still here

Could not die
is his name
future awaits

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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