We walked together you and me on the streets of where I first got lost
And, after all this time in which the waters have parted into us, I saw you clearly, as in the dream of a dream of black and white horses running freely on the Nordic shores.
Winter had finally come, deserted and cold, but you smiled and broke the heaviness of my memories.
I looked around and saw the tiniest white bird between the icy snow, it was injured when it found its way between my palms and you said you could heal it,
As you always say…
I let go of your hand because I could hear it sing, I could,
And when I touched it with my cheek, it was my greatest of loves,
It was her, and, from the dream of a dream, you, had brought her to me.