Dark blue is staying for a little while
as grey has passed away in the last hour.
The light feels better now it ‘s almost night
and geese are flying over our isle.
In nights like this there is no misery
but only gratefulness for being here.
My love is sleeping in my arms till dawn,
what he might dream, will stay a mystery.
And in the morning other birds will sing.
They flew from far to stay till Winter comes.
The morning light is waking up my love,
the room is golden now, the shade of Spring.