This

This:

That you are a dream in my dream

A heart in my heart,
blood in my blood

This:

That you are a house with lanterns
in every room
in this wintercity that is me

that you without any fear can walk down
my streets at night,
holding my every word in your hands

This:

That you are a life in my life,
a glance in my glance

This:

That long before the sun pours its copper
over the mountainside,

you are sleep in my sleep
and longing in my longing

This:

That you, only you
calmly can place your hands over the
face of every black horse in me
and yet set them free

This:

That I know you,
and never will know you



Poetry by Geir Ove Kvalheim
Read 426 times
Written on 2012-05-25 at 04:38

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text