I´m singing

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

I´m singing

like a bird -

letting all my words rise

from my fragmented heart out

 - and all the way up to the treetops

to touch the moon.

I´m singing 

like a fool, my hair open

and so barefoot in front of you.

I sing - because I think -

 I´m falling..

and you have to catch me

 from falling - in love

with you.

I´m singing

for this long friendship

that never withered away..

But instead surprised 

by bursting into bloom

one silent morning.

I´m singing

and shivering fearfully

at the same time!

Like a bird in an aviary
 I wonder..

 I wonder

are you going to let me free,

or are you going to

plant me into your garden

called LIFE.

I´m singing
like a bird in an aviary
and like a fool 
who almost can touch
the moon - right now.