I am stealing the Norwegian Autumn Nights

I am stealing the

Norwegian Autumn Nights

Paula Robles Nettel

I have a borrowed home 

and a bed always half warm

so I might as well stay a while 

where the air is unconfined 

under the cold Nordic sky.

I sat awake under your stars

diamonds I can afford 

I named them after the ones I love

and others after the ones I long for,

there were one or two I dared to give

to the idea of some of you.

I'm stealing the Norwegian nights,

the gentle night breeze of autumn 

whispered to my ear:

We can't see the color of your hair 

nor the shade of  color of your skin,

in here we all are alike

you are exactly like us.

We are open to your senses

when you give yourself to us

stay a while and quiet, 

in your silence we might speak,

through the gentle brush of sea water

at the edge of the rocky fjord

or with the faint green sky

in the latitude of your hope.

So I stayed awake again last night

alone I faced the earth and sky,

I felt pity for the ones who slept

and for the ones who stayed awake 

ignoring the Norwegian night, 

so I took it all for me.

From Lundsneset (Hundvåg)  and Midtholmen 

9 & 11 September 2015