As I travel through the Nordic wilderness
Past red and white painted cottages
People living in solitude
like me alone on this train
Past the withered old fingertips
of white birch trees
Reaching up to the heavens
Passing paper messages
To you
I glide through pine forests
Standing like soldiers of nature
Guarding my memories of you
Lakes of purity occupy
the most beautiful of backdrops
Filled with a million tears
I miss you
The freshness of the air engulf me
And I breathe onto the window
Placing my hand to form a lasting print
As yours appears and holds mine
I love you
The pre-recorded voice on the train
Breaks the moment
"Next Stop KajaanI"
As the hand prints fade
The Forest opens up
Like natures embrace
That feels like eternity
I'll see you soon…
