Stockholm Song

I woke up with this overly sentimental poem in my head. I am a sucker for sentiment and I like it, so there.


When head and pillow meet to rest
My dreams soar where I love the best
In mist of night, by light of moon
I’m taken where I’ll be e’re soon

Cross nights pale, glow stars on black
O’er ocean twilight churning
I rush to city, taken back
To my hearts fondest yearning

On cobbled streets of Gamla Stan
I hear the voices past
Starlight in window of each home
Say I am home at last

This city that is calling me
To make its heart my own
Stands bright and bold, uniquely free
The new enmeshed with old

I hear its vibrant ancient song
I feel its present verve
I let its friendly arms reach out
Enlivening every nerve

Now raise a glass of tender love
Where lifelong friends do meet
And Alex, yes, jag älskar dig!
Jag älskar dig för evigt.