You

You walk gracefully on my soil
with the steps of a landing angel
You are the turning of the colors,
the blue fragrance of falling snow
I used to believe in love
now I know

Even in the hour of vulchures,
in the darkened heart of a restless night,
you enter with griefshattering, eternal joy
bringing to me your oceans of light
I never saw heaven from here
now it's in my closest sight

My soul, lost sometimes, scarred
unknown at times, even to me
lies peacefully within the womb
of your hands, as you shape and bless
the churches and thunders
in the midst of your caress

Life, with all its sacredness and joys
with all its stenched battlefields
and purplecolored noise
houls the thruths of how quietly love dies
silhouettes of fire lost, the sad songs on
how fast time flies

Cry me the secret language of wolves
when the moon bleeds to death
dance me the deathsentenced words
of both forgiveness and lies
and let me be as silent as dogs are
when their first owners dies

I am safe within the luminance
of your truthful touch,
within the pureness of you, within
your loving demands and the absence of closed doors
With all I am and all I have
I am eternally yours



Poetry by Geir Ove Kvalheim
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Written on 2012-05-25 at 02:34

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