by Rolf Jacobson.
I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning, and your companion whom you cannot know, the blossoms that light up the blind. I am the glaciers' crest above the forest, the dazzling one, and the brass voices from cathedral towers. The thought that suddenly comes over you at midday and fills you with singular happiness. I am the one you loved long ago. I walk along side you by day and look intently at you, and put my mouth on your heart but you don't know it. I am your third arm and your second shadow, the white one, whom you don't have the heart for, and who cannot ever forget you.