one wish at last
go quietly of an evening 
to die at the edge of the sea 
where the forest is close to me 
waves to gentle my dreams 
as I slide into the sea

sky, wide and clear like a new apron, 
a dance of light in the night 
no rich death here just weave 
a bed instead, inside my head, 
while young ghosts in the hallway
weep silently

spring arrives in leaps and bounds 
while small withered leaves rot… 
as the birds sing so cheerily 
in the merry light of dawn

in the pond tadpoles appear
like they did when I was a boy
in another century
rain penetrates my northern soul 
but nobody grows old

only time passes
deep in my heart
beneath the moon and the sun
birds arrive from the Congo basin,
at night the moon and the stars
soar slowly across the sky

whispering a long goodbye