golden days will pass
as the sun makes its way
over diverse landscapes,
leaving behind a green belt
sparkling shades, waving
like an ocean in the wind
awaiting days of destruction,
days of loss, mourning
as death himself
picks his way through the forrest
-
in days of golden sorrow
trust is lingering in days ahead,
creates the hope
of resurrection - one day
after winters cold, white plaid
is drawn aside
(onsdagstema)
