Rollercoaster
Pitchblack darkness.
Sound of games
surrounding.
I am stuck
in the seat.
Sencing you
behind me.
The wind blowing
-removing me-
-I start slipping
away..
..My heart pumping.
-Silence-
for a moment
-Then-
I feel your hands
gripping my shoulders.
Your arms
hugging my heart.
And again we are
one
(?)
Sound of games
surrounding.
I am stuck
in the seat.
Sencing you
behind me.
The wind blowing
-removing me-
-I start slipping
away..
..My heart pumping.
-Silence-
for a moment
-Then-
I feel your hands
gripping my shoulders.
Your arms
hugging my heart.
And again we are
one
(?)
Life is a game and love is a rollercoaster. Wrote this at the same time as "Rússíbaninn" .. Basically the same poem in Icelandic