Sojourner: Tribute to Essi Paulsson

Playful meeting of words and worlds

We're sojourners with traces

Of ourselves meant to settle

In the places visited

I was unlike my companion as I should believe

I was there, somewhere in St. Moritz

My soul was well-searched

Then a drift to Santorini

And its beguiling blue seas

Strengthened my sanity

I went to Bordeaux

And my casual walks

Are well-thought of

My inner child renews 

With the mist of Miroir d'Eau

I've been to places

Becoming better of what I am

No falling of the inner self

No missing traces doomed to shards

But I met your strong silhouette

My world turned upside down

Your smile was the landmark

Your eyes sweet like home

Friendly to new ones of Mont Saint Michel

Unknown of you yet you left a great memory 

In my mind you became the place

Where the part of my being

dispersed in traces

Of perpetual shelter searching

And ever silent yet present longing

To meet a never stranger

And say that I've been lost in your gentle gaze