Cries of gulls
Sheer rock and
steep faces of Lofot,
bird-cliff and
thousands
of seagulls that
circle round mast and hull.
Let themselves
glide on powerful wings
towards the open
sea, - it breathes towards them
and receives like
an open mind.
Soon after the
storm has abated,
the sea’s bosom
still goes on heaving.
The swell lifts
the heavy sea
closer up to the
horizon
that constantly
escapes and dies out quietly
to new heights on
the skyline
that once more
breathes out and escapes
like time dies out
within the age.
Oh these free
cries of gulls
towards the open
sea! It is like breathing
out one’s longings
and never landing.
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