I stroll along some country lane
the dead of night strikes two
reflecting in each window pane
the horizon's turning blue

way down the ditch a dandelion
gasps its way to the sky
while birds wake up on their wire thrones
with tomcats passing by

I stop beneath a windowsill
the new born sun make shine
behind the curtains she's asleep
who never will be mine

I loved her true, I loved her wild
she didn't mention me
regarding me a virgin child
and weed out on her spree

now she's asleep without regret
in dreams so bold and free
and promised by the prince she met
and dated recently

I bid farewell, the clock strikes three
it's time to stop to roam
but the dandelion down the ditch
I brought back safely home

         stein ove berg • khawaga