remember the spring

waiting behind white trees. a prayer, an echo, an answer

remember the storm

dwelling in fields of forgotten hopes

remember the fire

wrapped in transparency and fingertips. never ending words of gratitude

remember the silence

the line from your heart to mine

Næsten to år siden

Efter den første nat
lod jeg dig gentage
igen og igen
at dette er nok
at dette er nyt
at dette er nu.
Fordi du var morgenen
elskede jeg at vågne.