Pia Andersson

My tree will know it all
the tree of my childhood
with the endless branches
and the many whispers
...

Winter is here
everything covered
in snow.
I am walking
...

Leaves covering my body
laying
on earth
on soil
...

Diving,
into clear water.
The light
hurts my eyes,
...

I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
...

Friendship
can be like love
embedded in velvet
watched over by Trust, Care and Joy
...

With your words
you impregnate me.
Your letters are still
inside my womb.
...

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
...

Let your eyes
confirm me.

Let my breasts rest
...

At night
I can feel your love
in the room
floating over me
...

Each wave,
draws me closer.
Like driftwood,
in search of its shore.
...

Not a cloud in sight!
Skyblue walls
painted to your tribute God
...

What kind of woman do you want
Star boy?
My intellect was never strong enough
to keep you.
...

White pain
questioned me,
never my actions.
Allowed laughter,
...