|Edvard Munch "The Girl in the Window" 1893|
All my emotions pour into you,
everything seems surreal.
No one I need,
just your thoughts I wish to heed.
I bow and listen to the quietness of dark,
silently losing myself.
Peace in heart and mind prevails,
off to far seas I sail.
Calmness of night holds me too tight,
its stillness sings a lullaby.
Clinching steadily onto memory’s veil I stand,
this solitude absorbs me in, as dunes of sand.