Arctic circle

Summer is rotting in midnight rain
You are sleeping in autumn river
Borders of northern fjords
Escalating drifting of arctic circle



Colours are rising from fallen leaves
Curtains of deep woodlands
Covering of night hunters in empty dark
Untitled preys of violent dreams



Reflections are improvisating
Themes of wild night hunts
Wet lands are part of your imagination
Horizon is diving into bleeding light



Rough painting of menstruating skies
Ghost---wind-- is killing your night trees
Lonesome arctic circle is empty
All will go---away into deep woodlands



I am your last personal night hunter
At your dreamscape of faded myths
Memories are escaping into mine tears
Unconcrete thoughts are your children