If the Horizon
If the horizon tells me a lie?
And the ship stands ready at the harbor…
Where will I sail
And when will I go
Yet the forest bend hither politely
And I stole words from a Chamber Man
I sat lonely at the European Mansion
Painting Nature endlessly
(foxy cows everywhere behind my barn)
Wait! I am not prepared to die
Let me see our Myth coming ashore
Let me see true Christianity
Me or you? Who is to leave first?
And the flesh and skin my coat of arms
Night goes for day
Leave us behind
The forest still so southern
(here:here is my life)
never ever, tell me Lev, never ever
but always, for ever, Hans, those Spanish boots
Copyright © Lis Lovén | Year Posted 2005
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