This following poem is inspired by a poem by Karin Boye (1990 – 1941), a Swedish classical poet. Please observe, this is not a translation of one of her poem, only inspired by one, so this poem is all mine.
I hope you’re not fine and calm at all
but lies awake and wish you could call.
And feeling oddly happy and yet so sad,
anxious and confused of what went bad?
Then you hurry to try to get some sleep –
want to forget me and never ever weep.
I hope you stay awake with me a bit more –
I hope I’m in your dreams forever will moor!