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We can stumble in mists of doubt,
Like rowing boats on the deep blue sea.
But we always know that there are islands somewhere,
Where pinks grow and seabirds guard their nests.
How can we then really ever be lost?
Everything we need is right here.
The tired, the worn down will rest.
Paths will disappear into wilderness.
Houses will wither and fall apart.
But homes will remain,
Perhaps lonely, perhaps aloof,
But always rising, turned to the light,
As each of us leave our mark
On life.
Longing is always there
Like a shimmering mist an autumn morning
Or a pair of wings beating against the canopy.
It speaks of home;
A glimpse of life under the frost,
Deer tracks in the midnight and gusts of wind
Too melancholy to listen to.
It sounds like the earth traveling through time
In circles of eternity humming
Like a human heart restlessly searching
For its twin.
Today, the Cottongrass
On the marsh on my way to work
Feels softer and more like home
Than the wings of Angels
Evanescently stroking my heart.
I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish time wasn’t walking along,
Seeing faces and places;
Reminders of home.
There is snow on the signposts,
Autumn’s clutter in the guts,
Beaten down tracks of
Asphalt and stone.
I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish I wasn’t walking alone,
Seeing white-painted crossings
Faded and gone.
There are untouched skipping stones
In sea-washed harbors,
And crab traps left
To yellow and grow old.
I’m walking down a lonely road
Where possibilities’ shop
Has long since been closed,
Leaving only in its wake
Miles and miles of unclaimed love.
I love this song by the beautiful Norwegian singer Aurora Aksnes. I adore the video too.💖💖💖. Really feeling this song today 😊.
