Poems

Cold nights on unknown resorts
A frozen paragraph in my heart
A cold hand to hold

Faith in your arms
Holding us tight
Breath in your soul

Cold day in the city coma
Let the typhoon come
Sweep me away

I leave you
Will let you forget
Before you remember

That’s my mercy

jag du
sover ensam
du bredvid

jag du
gråter ensam
du bredvid

storstaden

I walk the streets of the city
I left the mountains behind.
the greyness of the streets
sticking to my feet.
I tried to run
Fine grey dust cover my hips
my waist and slowly rest on my collarbone.
I grasp for breath, try to scream
the quiet sound of the city dulls it out.
I walk
far behind the mountains rest.
Hostage in the city.