She goes by many names
Though they are mostly forgotten
Like the ever fading light
Soon to be gone
To make way for the blissful night.
Yksi
She is the cold arctic breeze
That agitates the leaves
And sweeps them into the eyes of those below
As she gently bounces
Across the archipelago.
Kaksi
She is the man
His long black coat caressing the cold ground
His stature tall, feared by the outsiders
His rifle in one hand
And his heart in the other.
Kolme
She is the woman
Wiping her steamed up glasses
And reaching for the net
With which she tries to catch
The last dregs of summer.
Neljä
She is the teenager
Who wakes up every morning
To a soundless house
And blasts her ears
To drown out the silence.
Viisi
She is the child
Who has not yet grown accustomed
To the whiteness that coats the ground
And looks up, shiny eyes wide open
As the angel dust falls from the heavens
To land about her face and hands.
Kuusi
She is the church
Cracks beginning to form in its walls
Its very architecture
A constant reminder of former oppression
(Though the songs emitted from it
Are songs of freedom.)
Seitsemän
She is the tongue
That gently circles the Ls
And rolls itself over the Rs
It's warm saliva coating the vowels
In a way incomprehensible
To those who yearn to understand it.
Kahdeksan
She is the angel
Who weaves dreams
Through the darkening sky
Beams of light to inspire millions
Emitted from her slender fingertips.
Yhdeksän
And she is the nightingale
That brings the soul at birth
And steals it at death
Perched on the thick black wires that lacerate the sky
Until the freezing wind startles her
And she escapes
To the very edges of the earth.
Kymmenen









