Of a soul to move with no tear
29-30 October 2016
In between the light and the dark
Where salt melts in the mouth of nuns
That sing to the molding of the suns
Within all creation its spark
The slaughtered trees release their bark
Fall of the mighty the weak stuns
The seeker the Truth never shuns
To wisp of stories listen, hark
Take me to a place that lives tales
Of glorious moments I hear
Of ships’ steadied flight without sails
Of blissful coming to me dear
Of crossing my heart without nails
Of a soul to move with no tear
Reading of the poem:
Rotlaust tre fell – Wardruna
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