In a Cafe

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

I sat

 next to the windows

by myself -

and the shine of the sea

got me -

and it made me dream

far a way.

The sound of the wind

and the coffee cups

made me wonder 

where all my sensitivity

has come from.

Why sometimes 

I have to crawl between words

said and those that are written

in the sky, sand, snow

 or on your back.

Seriously

I love to write 

the rest of my life

sentences only of a life
with You.

But then - I woke up

finished my coffee

and continued my journey

in the dust.