Leaving Kristiania

and so with our
back to the stars
we bid
farewell and revel
in glories long gone

and to the sound of
ticking clocks
and our childishreveries
we bow
in graceful lament

this scent of raisins
everywhere
brings back
the sickness in me

and I have nothing to say
to your beautiful
starlit eyes
for the sea
will be rising soon
and no more will
these salt-stained ropes
keep us in port

silently shivering
I turn away from your gaze
and I search for words
the wind is howling
stronger and
in a way
we are all
leaving Kristiania

Into starlight.