Midnattsol

It's newmoon time, you're seeking
suspect every blurry sight
new fallen snow
it flatters in the misty light
Can you hear them speaking?
tones from a hidden place
with a licentious play
they reach you in a sensous way
Do return!
you want to remember his face,
his everlasting smile
the sight of a dream
Do return!
They're not gods,
not human