O`Stockholm

<br>O` Stockholm<br>Pale and White<br>The year is slipping<br>Out of sight<br>Frozen waters<br>Icy roads<br>Swapped for the winter.<br>O` Stockholm<br>Pale and blue<br>How much warmth <br>I feel for you.<br><br><br>Water:<br><br><br>The sudden rush and <br>temptation<br>Of drizzle on my window<br>To go out and swim in the streets<br>With you.<br>To turn the world into Venice<br>To let the water shrink me<br>Let me float in my umbrella boat<br>With you.<br>I can see the rain clouds emptying<br>Little needles leaning to the left<br>Of you.<br>And high they fly like burst balloons<br>Running to the moon<br>For an airless rest<br>With you.<br>I`ll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler<br>Wearing comical yellow<br>There`s fishtails going off like mousetraps,<br><br><br>Nets so many holes yet prisons<br>Me just in it simply for<br>The water.<br>The faces of mountains<br>Cut with white blood<br>Stampeding stallions of foam<br>For you.<br>To hoof shaped pools<br>The sparkle of imaginary jewels<br>That the magician that the<br>Sun is creates.