Book III: Life
Poem III-6: Swedish Eyes
Even after a tiring
Long hard life
In the late hour
I wake up
Not to sounds
Not to storms
In the black darkness
You bring me back
From the fading away heart
To the beating of the wild
To birds transformed into angels
By the brilliant light
Coming from you
Stronger than stars
A dream in the night
Where the only existences
Are your
Beautifully bright
Wonderfully shinning
Swedish eyes.
