I traverse the vast expanses of where the noise stops.
Where the air is furiously calm in a whirl,
A raging sea of windows blur.
Let me disappear here, in the midst of the light,
Wrapped in the night like a cowl,
Fiery glad that the song of my heart
Takes up wings in my flight,
In the hours when the haunters howl.
When the days grow shorter, when the nights grow cold,
When we’re learning to put on winter clothes,
When my freckles begin to fade, and my hands tremble,
Let me go on.
Poetry and spoken word from the hand of Samu Ainesmaa