Sand

Hvorfor formørket du mitt mørke;
Hvorfor Mørkner det i meg?
As I shalt write
Your name in the sand
My own land
Will fade too late
And where do I then hide
The sand was meant
For nothing
The moonlight meant
For all
But resentful too
Giving my betrayal to you
The sand was made
OF mountains
The clouds belonged
To the sky
And grateful too
Having received wisdom
From you