Everyday I meet you first
On the glassy cheeks of my window pane
Where I sense your presence
As you lurk there in your light white dress
Delivering messages of love from
New night flowers
Blooming in our garden
For a new sun to bless ;
I meet you
In the twitters of birds
In the boughs
Nestling softly against my window
In their excited flurry
And songs of glory
About fruits and flowers
About petals’ ceaseless scented showers
On my roofs of asbestos ;
I meet you
In the haloed look of a smiley moon
Dangling from the cheeks of dawn’s sky
Suffused with soft colours of an about- to- rise sun
As leaves shiver in excitement
Over day’s sweet snacks
In tune with the breeze that awakes
Sleeping souls daily to new miracles . ... (Blogginnlegget er hentet fra Lukten av trykksverte)
On the glassy cheeks of my window pane
Where I sense your presence
As you lurk there in your light white dress
Delivering messages of love from
New night flowers
Blooming in our garden
For a new sun to bless ;
I meet you
In the twitters of birds
In the boughs
Nestling softly against my window
In their excited flurry
And songs of glory
About fruits and flowers
About petals’ ceaseless scented showers
On my roofs of asbestos ;
I meet you
In the haloed look of a smiley moon
Dangling from the cheeks of dawn’s sky
Suffused with soft colours of an about- to- rise sun
As leaves shiver in excitement
Over day’s sweet snacks
In tune with the breeze that awakes
Sleeping souls daily to new miracles . ... (Blogginnlegget er hentet fra Lukten av trykksverte)