2015
“And you sure it was me,
she looked in my eyes?
Can't remember the night
but I hope it was nice.”
“Well, there's something I lost,
on the night over there.
Did you keep anything,
made your candle to flare?”
“Nah, can't say that I have,
there's no spark in my mind.
And though meeting was good,
'have to leave you behind.”
2015 © Torbjorn Gideskog
So she left with my heart,
which I gave her that night.
All I shared with myself,
when she went with the light.
Saw the girl fade away,
felt the breeze from the sea.
And her hair as a shield,
from the dreams and from me.
Now I'm drifting again,
nearly lost - off the chart.
And the wind has a name,
from the void of my heart.
Did you whisper my name ?
“Did you whisper my name”,
she asked with a smile?
"I've been hearing this voice
in the wind for a while.”
“Never seen you before”,
I lied to the girl.
Didn't want her to run
far away with my pearl.
“Maybe once, long ago,
we met on the fly.
Just a night of my dreams
and I still wonder why.”
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