the silence of the fjord
grows deeper into my soul
some kind of fear, maybe
or a strange sort of longing
until the music returns
in its time and in its place;
invincible for the human heart
moves the waves of time along the
earth
like a breeze, embracing our lives
lulling us all to sleep –
so we’re unconscious of the
littleness
in believing this will never end;
saying:
there will always be another ferry,
let’s be waiting for another
ride
