Colours
Voices.
Now only inside my hollow head
Colours carved out
No trails on the grey snow left to follow
I feel like something's missing, but can't quite put my finger on it
Get a grasp of it
To hold the ambassador of life and fertility
On my pale hand I want to feel a feathered chest rising and descending
with the high and low notes
Give me colours and let me paint
Give now the vial of elixir and fill me, awaken me
Then someone alike, someone to share the joy
will answer
The golden singer will flee to the crystallized sky and the hand
will begin to sprout
Turing our barks and the beloved eggs in the warm nest terracotta
with the summer coming
Teksti ja kuva
Julia O
Hausen Anni
Kuntouttavan työtoiminnan kehitysvastaava, Sosionomi (AMK)