Fingerprints
ANE BRUN, CARL HEDEROS
As if my fingerprints dissolved
In a hasty heavy rainfall
And my feet got caught in the landslide
Continental plates changing its' positions
In the night
I hear you in my sleep
You're visible to me
You're visiting my dreams
You appear
In unfamiliar places
Signalling to me
As if we are still connected
Through a narrow opening
And I keep asking
Why are you here?
And not with me
I miss you
As if your words are poetry
It's up to me to give them meaning
And I believe that you are on a mission
To tell me something about belonging
