In the shadow of a windmill, can you
Cast a torch against the night ?
Can you in the lit night
Draw a new breath from the wind ?
And will this new breath be used
To blow all the candles but one,
So that another year may be lived
And still a hope remain ?
Will this hope be harvested
Like wind in a sail,
Which vessel is shore-bound,
The miller’s daughter
To the torch bearer ?
And may the daughter bring a candle
To the highest bedroom,
So that the windmill
Becomes a lighthouse
And the girl, in short order,
A mother ?
Image credit : Rundetårn – Copenhagen