In my dreams

I meet you in my dreams these days,

and everyday we keep on talking

When I rise from the depth of my pillows.

I know

It won’t be long now.

You are somewhere

on another island.

It’s night for you,

it’s morning for me.

For both of us the sun is shining

through a damp darkness.

So bright I need to close my eyes.

I dare you to call it love,

I sometimes call it ást when I am drunk.

From whisky, from hope, from the fear of

changing everything.

In dreams I am so close

to feel the green around me,

to taste the air,

to feel the warmth of white snow,

to freeze in burning hot steam,

too thick to see through.

Hvar ertu?

In dreams I’m so close

to be without

people,

expectations,

a past I can appreciate now and

a routine I have known forever.

When we first met

I had nothing but a small suitcase.

One pair of warm shoes.

Gloves and a woolen hat.

And you said

I am too much.

Too much emotion

too much hope

too much positivism

in times when people need the harsh reality.

I couldn’t even finish my

kvöldmat.

Although I’m such a bunch of anticipation.

Not knowing the vocabulary in your language yet.

But getting excited when I start to understand

random words.

Maybe not ást.

But something else you might want to tell me

in my dreams.