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Hlustaðu nú á kveðju, köldum kistubotni frá. Rofinn róm sem bergmálar og svífur þarna hjá. Ofar, hvíla geislar, grafarbakkanum á. Umlukktir englum, sem aðeins hinir dánu sjá. Englar sem krjúpa og biðja, biðja um fleiri andartök að fá. Biðja um fleiri stundir, festingunni á. Þessi ljósblá, ljúfu augu, þau skáru svartnættið og földu mínar sorgir og færðu mér frið. Þau voru sem speglar, er sönnuðu að ég var til. En þarna drukknuðu draumarnir, í hamingjunnar hil. Nú kemur þú og kveður, og kissir...

Hlustaðu pendúlinn sveiflast hjá. Hlustaðu á andartakið líða hjá. Horðu á rætur sem eiga hvergi heima. Horðu á fætur er reika um drauma heima.

Rödd sem í fjarska kallar. Hönd sem þig í myrkri leiðir. Orð sem hrekja skugga burt og kveikja ljós við himins svörð. Hjarta er geymir allt sem ég segi þar til nóttin missir tak af þessum degi.

A soon to be a mother. Ghost shrouded windows. Just what the poet had defined. And the void begot another. Blood tainted river. This birth was mine. A new heart started beating. The echo of someone breathing. A sound in the rift in time. As I tread this path before me. The stars are engulfed by darkness by the sins that shape the void. The sea became my cover where ripples fade to nothing, where dying is a crime. And silence plays a sad song that’s buried in my forehead and my eyes are...

Never casted shadow, never raised no doubt. Never seen the rain, never been in drought. Never lost a wager, never won a bet. Never caught a hunter, in his net. Never sought for shelter, never saw the storm. Never the cold, never been that warm. Never painted rainbows, never drew no light. Never raised the morning, never closed the night. Never heard the clock tick, never heard the bark. Never read the ending, never wrote the start. Never tasted sorrow, never felt that blue. But now I have to...

The Truth is not a fact, but a feeling. It’s not the knowledge that the earth revolves around the sun. But believing that tomorrow, you’ll see the sun rise again. It’s not a roof over you head or a ring around your finger. It’s being in love, and being loved in return.

Come wrap your thoughts around me and let our words make love. Our spirits sleep together like the sailing ships above. Come break your waves upon me until the sea runs out. Your kisses falling upon me like the tide falls about. Then all is calm, we are standing on hallowed ground. Time is trapped between your fingers and a memory is born. Come plant your hopes inside me and make me believe in life. Your footsteps there to guide me, the reason why I will survive. Come raise your voice inside...

I disappear in my point of view. I won’t cry, but I’ll say that I do. Knew my fate and that it was true. Levitating above all things that are blue. Wish I didn’t know, how it feels to be touched or how it feels, when you feel loved. A moment when I reflected your sight, for what more could I wish in the night? But you can count on me, cause I’ve seen too much. I’ve seen raindrops not daring to touch. One day they’ll splash and that will be that. Just like the water you dust from your hat....