Joanna Svensson
LAST STOP - FORTUNATE STATION
What a lovely summers morning
That awaited me
At the central station of Ronneby
The station
Filled with the shy smile of peonies
Filled with their subtil fragrance
The fragrance was steeped with longing
The fragrance was filled with summer
And shy thoughts - shivering with expectation
It felt like you were on
An express train through life
Filled with feelings
Filled with words
Filled with thoughts
All gathered
During most of your life
Like the flowers of life
The flowers of fortune
Filled with life's most inner thoughts
Filled with life's most inner wishes
Filled with life's most inner fragrances
One fragrance that's called love
Love - a word; such a magical word
It reflects the longing of your soul
The longing for respect
Respect for who you are
Loved for the one you are
And now - the express train has stopped
On FORTUNATE Central Station
Where all the flowers of life
If they were touched
Touched by a magical stick
Got all their colors back
And then the flowers started talking
The flowers started singing
The flowers started playing again
The music of love - on FORTUNATE Station
I remember this as if it was yesterday
And I know that I always will
That love, respect and happiness
Are the sole three magic words
That is most important in the world
And now - right in front of me you stand
With a bright and honest summer smile
With a huge bouquet of peonies
Plucked in your garden of long time longing!
©®Joanna Svensson
Picture: private collection
