Abroad

       a        hope
Immigrating to your heart, from once a home and the cousins with knifes.
       pale       dies
Ain‘t no happy rainbows in Holy Books full of norms of black-on-white.
  the  moon      last
It’s been a long way to be „illegal“ again, now with a strange chill.
  red  over  rain       in
A public with concerns of different eyes, and the same exclusion.
  hot  Oslo  pours  in   the
Possessing what they say isn’t mine, neither place nor way, I’m in love with.
  sun  climbs down  a    corner
Mine are the hugs, the embraces, sweet nothings from a stranger gone friend.
  set           while  boots
I fear the nights, they make me shiver, your dreams about going abroad.
                   wait!