Yvonnes dikt

På himmelen et sted

Det lyser en stjerne

på himmelen et sted,

som lyser for deg,

hver gang den titter ned.

Er det ikke forundelig,

hvor vakkert alt er?

Å føle seg elsket,

jeg vil bare være her.

Knug min hånd,

kyss mitt skinn.

Gi meg en lovnad,

så skal jeg alltid være din.

Gå mot øyeblikket,

grip fatt om drømmen.

Smil mot verden,

våg å gå mot strømmen.

Så løfter jeg meg opp,

helt opp av stolen.

Det er en mektig følelse

å leve under solen.

(Yvonne – 09)

Coloured Glasses

We see the world through these coloured glasses,

rose coloured glasses.

With tinted spectacles we preserve the

red vision of love,

of blood.

The white view of glory,

the pureness.

The yellow sight of happiness.

The green view of jealousy.

The blue eyesight of coldness,

for the children,

family.

The black vision of secrets

shed away on a shelf.

For the mankind we serve.

We conceal our selves on the field that are ours.

A dust of ourselves,

which from where we were born,

shaped by the wind.

By the forces of nature,

made aware.

Breathing ourselves,

being blessed by the suns where we belong.

Washed away by the rivers.

Our memory lingers on,

flowers for love,

our ways to roam.

(Yvonne – 2004)