A moment in a finnish summer night.


Red Summer Night

The sun is laying, on its bed,
Painting sky, with orange and red,
I sit and wait, for a night to come,
Here alone, waiting someone.

Is it a man in a hood, with a scythe,
Is it her, in red dress so tight,
Maybe both, Im waiting for,
Yearning for lust, once for more.

Shes the beauty, shes killing me,
Cant get enough, shes my dream,
Dream I wish, for not to awake,
Sleep so deep, to another day.

But as sure, as morning will rise,
Ill sit here, desire in my eyes,
Thinking again, was it true,
Was it dream, or was it You.




Poetry by Finnman
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Written on 2005-11-09 at 20:45

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Morpheus
I like this! I like the slow, methodical passage of this poem. Perfect for the reader.
2006-03-05


Malin Johansson
This text was great, I really liked it...!!!
this was a great part :
But as sure, as morning will rise,
Ill sit here, desire in my eyes,
Thinking again, was it true,
Was it dream, or was it You.

// Malin
2006-02-21