lørdag, juli 19, 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

1 Comments:

Blogger Grete Winther Westrum Løvås said...

Veldig fint. Kunstnersjel du. 4'er kanskje? ;)

10:32 p.m.  

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