Spor i sand..

Orrestranda
- Stavanger 2008.

I take the mask of
and stand before you
naked
but still
covered in shame

(lift your head my child)
(lift your eyes my daughter)

the voice is kind and gentle

I lift my head
and meet your eyes

I thought that if you saw
my heart as it is
you would turn your face away

but you gave me
a new heart
golden and shiny
as beautiful
as I have never seen