Heime

daud dis

isblå, bleik

blendande, fjetra

fagre Hekla

frose, vakker, lokkar

gåtefull tek tåka til

eg trur på troll

frå truande tinden

flyg kvite vinden

over vandrande vatten

var

vart eg

meg

hengjer frå matt spegel

fekk vengjer

flaug eg så

med ljå

sparde fe

full av ull

takk

land

av is

gråmose

og dis

Reklamer

Lake ice broke

At this point in life

I suddenly woke up

across the lake;

the ice and snow is gone;

my feet are wet.

At this point in life

my route plan failed

as the ice broke;

this is the map border

and darkness comes.

At this point in life

I just found myself

lost in the forest,

and heading into it

to seek a path.

I am at a point in life

which is the core

of my loneliness;

from this cold, clean soil

some time… something… may ascend.

At this point in life

I ask myself

the existential questions;

if a tree falls in the forest,

was there a natural cause?