Midnight Sun Dream

You and me and everyone
Walking in the midnight sun
We are bare
We don’t need to dress in clothes
No attempts on sowing oats
We are rare
Strangers take care
Don’t need to be aware
There is no despair
When we meet, we politely say
«How are you», and do not stay
Strangers outdoors
When I pass, I don’t look back
You don’t whistle a warning of attack
We’re matures, not saboteurs
I am not yours, there’re no gender wars
I’m no temptress, you can’t resist
There’s no message
We’re simply bare strangers
Under the midnight sun