Invisible me

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings


What would happen to the sky if the sky thought it was a cloud?
"The Way Back Home"

Invisible me,  no thoughts to see, 

no thoughts.
Invisible me,  running past a tree, 

running for the sea. 

Listen,
I’m the sound of rain, 

pouring over me.

 Invisible me, nothing to see,
nothing to be,
nothing. 

-Nanne Nyander