I hear her there, alone, up above
A poem, a painting in the sky, a
Northern dream, an eye
Looking down, lights phantasia
glow, to earth from above, a fantasy spectacular, her voice
Calming northern cool as mint and winter winds, miles across this barren land lends hope to searches
I cannot give up.
Someday may the Norse gods and southern generals make peace and stop haunting my love and dreams,
might a line be crossed with will, determination,
my love and I united.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
I hear her there, alone, up above
A poem, a painting in the sky, a
Northern dream, an eye
Looking down, lights phantasia
glow, to earth from above, a fantasy spectacular, her voice
Calming northern cool as mint and winter winds, miles across this barren land lends hope to searches
I cannot give up.
Someday may the Norse gods and southern generals make peace and stop haunting my love and dreams,
might a line be crossed with will, determination,
my love and I united.
