I am a wanderer in an endless night, A restless spirit lost in this vast world; To the forest I turn, its silence my guide, There, amidst the trees, my heart finds a voice.

The stars above shimmer, whispering secrets, Mist weaves through branches, a soft, gentle breath. Here, where the shadows dance in moonlight’s embrace, I lose myself, yet find what truly lies within.

• Sigbjørn Obstfelder