August 1999


August draws to an end and with it the summer.
I allways get a bit sentimental around this time, and wonder
- what will be next summer
- and did I do enough with the one ending now.
This year I know I did *smile*
My writing however has been a bit scattered,
but I liked writing these.

I dare dream

We can walk
the path of life

I dare believe

I will not loose
you in the night

I dare hope

You will reach
and hold me tight

I dare trust

Hand in hand
we will do right

I dare love

My inner core reaches
towards the peaching sky
the deep tug within
sweet longing for the light
dreaming through the darkblue
shadows of midsummer's night

Fourthousand miles to bridge
the shortest distance
between two points
remains the one
from heart to heart

Head spinning
body craving
shivering
with longing
with lust
trembling hands
moving over
moistened skin
tasting warm saltiness
need burns
triumphant moan
as body finds body
in ancient rythms

Opdateret d. 21.3.2002