I am surfacing in
The space left behindThe space left open (like a boat)
(like a thought)
Could you
Leave a little space for me at the end
Of your coffee table
At the end of your autumn/winter
At the moment when the rain stops
And earth turns to song
Could you share with me a (little) sigh of relief
Looking at the falling leaves
Between and under the gaps of light
Streeks of hope
Brushing our heads and our palms warm
Watching the yellow gold
Of streetlamps and afternoon sun
Down the river or the forest floor in snow
Could you leave a little space for my hand
In the pocket of your jacket
In the space between your rib and your heart
Could you leave a little space for me
In the small moments of every time
We feel this sweet secret of the world
Our little togheter-smile
Of our little jokes
You and me
Snaupies
Floating in between the strokes of light admiring above our heads also the darkest of clouds
Could it be
You and me
Have felt and hoped and dreamt and lived something so precious
And personal
And hopeful
As this enourmous little space
You leave for me
At every corner/brick of your life
At every stop, every hilltop
Where the arms open up
Could you leave a little space for my
In your elbow creek
On the tiny uncluttered space
On the tip of your shoe
On the other side of the umbrella
I could hold ypu forever
(At the empty space by your soft cheek)
That fresh, tiny bearth of hope
you leave for me
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