Norwegian Sun

You are my Norwegian sun,
in the summer your warmth is
powerful and omnipresent,
caressing my skin lightly,
always vigilant of fears
while whispering my name.

You are courageous,
flirtatious and irresistible,
never releasing my body
from your arms and running
my hair through your fingers,
burning my sensibility.

And in the winter you are barren,
cold as the moon who replaces you,
aloof, separated by millions of miles,
clouds our impasse
and the snow drifts lazily down
to my Norwegian night.