Aurora

Did I hear less?

Should I have not them lest? 

I question my belief,

So did the quite woods,

Wearing heavy ornaments of snow,

And I in the-

dark silent night solo...

Unpardonable acts of ego,

Or power of a belief so,

I stand here alone,

In front of me the tall woods,

Do they laugh at this adamant?

Watch me lament?

End of the time,

I lose hope and shine,

Look about the starlit sky,

Still in the dark abode,

I fell back on the white sand,

In the pleasantness of Finland...

At least the sky,

Sheltered me and stayed by,

Maybe not the aurora,

That I was so adamant to see,

I wished I see the sky glow,

I will wait a little more-

Till the northern lights show...