Orange Street (7) was playing in town.
You were not there
I searched for you
in the streets of the city
and even in the community
the conference centre
of the sect or cult
Once I almost found you
wearing high leather boots I loved
But it was not you
The fields were beautiful
the skies heavenly
and at midnight it was
bright as noon!
Saw an old house
the bed large and empty
grass on it
saw cable-cars and trams
The sun shone through the windows in the middle of every night
making it all seem what it was, dream like...
but that piece of the heart that was
broken off, missing
given for you and for many
was still not being eaten, being drunk
Love of God
Love of country
Love of a virgin
Love of spirituality
Nothing quite makes up for
that little bit of blood dribbling
out of the corner of one's longing mouth
because one has a bit of the heart, lost
aching, looking for
what it could never find
as it was not meant to search for it, from the start
but only was to let itself be found.
(7) A rock group from India that was then touring Norway and played in Oslo.
A View Down Akersgate, Oslo -- William H. Johnson