ICELAND.

ICELAND

Darkness pours in the night.

Shadows spin; daylight beckons.

I glare at the spider on the wall.

It is forever gone.

Tomorrow I will go to the place

beyond the second world,

where love lies in promise;

and all hope shines.

Forever words echo in your heart

like a lily flower,

that bleeds the sins of justice.

The words flow like lions.

I seek myself out of realization,

where destiny lies inside me.

Nothing glares in the hope of

yesterday,

and tomorrows are born of

withered roses.

I take a long nap.

Horses run amuck in the wild,

and dreams are withered

remembrance.

Instead of fate, the city dances.

The moon goes with the tide.

I am not a sorrow of chasing dreams.

Hope is gone again.