Colour blind pages flood my judment
and birds sing early at dusk.
The muse of the Aurora has come
to brush my curls and sing me a song.
My body is naked across the miror,
but I can still feel the warmth of the bed
I tip my toes gently in the shower
and no one can see me make a slow-daring step.
I run my hands through my body
and sing songs I never sing
I shower the night off and welcome the Sun and wind
I dance through dusk inside my head and step out
to welcome my friend Aurora.