O' stockholm

Pale and white

The year is slipping

Out of sight

Frozen waters

Icy roads

Swapped for the winter.

O' stockholm

Pale and blue

How much warmth

I feel for you.





Water:





The sudden rush and

Temptation

Of drizzle on my window

To go out and swim in the streets

With you.

To turn the world into venice

To let the water shrink me

Let me float in my umbrella boat

With you.

I can see the rain clouds emptying

Little needles leaning to the left

Of you.

And high they fly like burst balloons

Running to the moon

For an airless rest

With you.

I'll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler

Wearing comical yellow

There's fishtails going off like mousetraps,





Nets so many holes yet prisons

Me just in it simply for

The water.

The faces of mountains

Cut with white blood

Stampeding stallions of foam

For you.

To hoof shaped pools

The sparkle of imaginary jewels

That the magician that the

Sun is creates.




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