I thank Suno for the musical interpretations of the lyrics featured here.

Blooming Slowly

You have come to reach me,
like a golden arrow searching light.
Blooming slowly,
like a fighter who no longer fights.

I see it when you touch my knee,
you long for space, but you´re still here.
I feel it when you fight the nights,
when all that´s left comes far too near.

You have come to reach me …

You hold my hand, but you´re not here.
The past is covering the view.
The pain, the hope, let´s walk this life.
The name we hold is made from two.

You have come to reach me …

The days to come, our fragile hearts.
The broken years are almost through.
The answers to it all arise.
The answers to it all - are you.

You have come to reach me,
like a golden arrow searching light.
Blooming slowly,
like a fighter who no longer fights.

Blooming slowly.

© 2026 Tone Marie Roren

tm.roren@online.no

Member of TONO

The Condor

A wave of frozen sadness
resting upon wings.
Is it my hollow soul
that sings?

Is it my hollow soul?

Lifted by soft feathers
towards forgotten space.
He sees it all, the condor.
It is written in his face.

He sees it all, the condor.

He leads me to the gap of truth
where nothing is, but me.
Naked on his ancient wings.
What else is left to see?

Naked on his ancient wings.

©2026 Tone Marie Roren

tm.roren@online.no

Member of TONO

Leaving for Home

The one you believe that you see
is not me.
The roads I´ve been walking with you
did not lead me to
the place I wanted to be.
The place in me.

I´m leaving for home.
It hurts, but I do.
I´m leaving for home.

You follow, but I do not want you to.
The cards you have played
are all seen.
A stranger at hand,
born and raised in a land
where I´ve never been.

I´m leaving for home …

My body´s been yearning,
my soul´s been on hold.
These chains that I couldn´t explain.
A pathway unfolds,
narrow but bright,
witnessing light.

I´m leaving for home
with truth in my hand.
I´m leaving for home.

For home.

Home.

©2026 Tone Marie Roren

tm.roren@online.no

Member of TONO

Little Lady

Little lady, so acquainted.
As if you were mine.
How can it be?

Morning footsteps touch my soul.
Spirits talking quietly
about what we both see.

Little lady.
Little lady.
We.

Not expected, never asked for.
A voice from ancient times
speaks through you.

Hearts have met in blessings.
Distance does not part.
My coming days are new.

Little lady.
Little lady.
You.

©2026 Tone Marie Roren

tm.roren@online.no

Member of TONO

Come. Be.

When love is holdning law,
truth unfolds.
When heart is holding mind,
wisdom is aligned.

Come. Be.
Come. Stay.
Come. We.

Come. Be …

When dance is holding march,
joy fulfills.
When light is holding shade,
shimmering beliefs are made.

Come. Be.
Come. Stay.
Come. We.

Come. Be …

When peace is holding fear,
faith comes forth.
When wonder´s holding war,
days are brighter than before.

Come. Be.
Come. Stay.
Come. We.

Come. Be …

tm.roren@online.no

Member of TONO