pale man

Had the strangest dream last night
Saw a pale man
Standing on top of a hill
It was such a peaceful sight
A pale man – in the evening chill.

Moonbeams bladed the shadows
Couldn’t hear a sound
Reflected in my window
It was such a peaceful sight
A pale man – none else around

He stood there with outstretched arms
Like crucified
Slowly his hands moved – waving
Waving back – I heard the alarm
A pale man – warned me in my sleep

So the pale crucified man
Dissolved was gone
Had marked me with his nearness
In strange ways made me wake up
From the eternal state of sleep

Words by Grethe Årum

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