Like Gold - Erlend Øye

The line

That curves

And cracks

The wall

In two

And points

To where

Your hand

Is stretched

My baby

You’re everything to me

When you’re gone

There’s no one

I’m just lonely

My baby

I never use those words

But that’s all

I could call

Someone as sweet as you

Here

And now

The air the light

Has burst

Into

Between

Where you

And I

We rest

Unfold

And melt

Like gold