Amongst memories which
you cut out without knowing why
those delicate hands
which sometimes cross boundaries
will write about you,
about your Nordic landscapes,
about those magical stories
which are now coming back to me
and leading me to you.
Now I know
your image is
first and last
a cover1 which I
drew for you.
Endless waves which
break upon my soul,
how can I fail to feel
the weight of the tears
which will drench mine.
Your life is also mine
and your silence will shine
like a moon on the sea,
we are one, you and I.
Now I know
your image is
first and last
the clouds I will ride on,
a breath of music,
you will always be what I came from.
Mother, surprise me,
I will create the image you want.
Now I know
your image is
first and last
the clouds I will ride on,
a breath of music...
Mother, surprise me,
I will create the image you want.
1. literally a calix which is the cover consisting of sepals which protect the petals in the bud of a flower until the bud opens