Joanna Svensson \ MY FOREVER ENCHANTED ROOM

Joanna Svensson

MY FOREVER ENCHANTED ROOM

In a room with flowery wallpaper
Where times that passed are present still
There is an armchair
dressed in moss green velvet
That remembers days filled with flare and style

The armchair still recalls the fragrance
Of grandpa's Cuban hand rolled cigar's
The flowers of the wallpaper whispers
About enchanted rose's perfume
They all whispered of way back when
Of people visiting in days back then

A familiar tune is played on a gramophone
A composition I remember all too well
It is the master's first concerto for piano
Its staccatos so melodic and divine

For my inner I see such magic pictures
From the wonderful times that's passed
The atmosphere of past times fragrance
Has made the wall-clock loose its hands
No one rushes, maybe time needs no hands

I am back where there was time for everything
Back where there was time for culture
Back where there was time to see one another
To say: "Tomorrow, if not today!"

There was time for each other
There was time for all the others
There was time to make it in time
Eons of time - lots of time

And I feel so secure
In my corner of this room
Where time seems to have stopped
And back then has stayed on forever

It's a wonder just to sit
To close your eyes and your day dream evolve
Yes, here and now - this is for real
My dear and most enchanted room!

Here in my solitude I find my solace
Right in the middle of chaos of today
Where everybody's running
And no one is asking WHY?
They run towards their own death
And makes hast - please hurry up!

I steal tons of leisure
for my self invented pleasure
I cuddle up and close my door
In my flowery wallpaper room
That recalls all that matters
That's all that matters
In times that's been
In time to come!