Soft Room

Turning in my soft room
Windy shapes of laughter
Smokefilled conversation
of nothingness

Turning in my soft room
Bed by woollen darkness
Twinkling star above me
shall be looking for you
tonight

Twilight skies
catching glimpse of me
Summer nights
in the fields I'd like to be

Turning in my soft room
Missing on my pillow
Presence temperature
of you...

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(Barndom, ungdom og lengt -
Bø/Kristiansand 1969)