Poetry

While walking in the winter twilight
rain pour down without any lightning
and there is a curtain of rain and fog
that folds tightly around me
with a chill gnawing at my jacket
while few people dare to go outside.
 
Around me the world is closed and grey
while the waves crash and break constantly
and I see you lonely standing at the big wharf
while water hits foaming, breaking in anger
and you fade away for moments in the mist
while few people dare to go outside.
 
I wonder for what ship you are standing waiting
where you do not regard the coldness, the fog and rain
while you stare away past the most distant horizon
where the water gleams dark and ominous
and the rain does soak my clothes wet
while few people dare to go outside.