Icelandic Nights

Poem By steven turner

Blow you solar wind
Across the universe within
From dancing lights
In magnetic storms
To where our hearts cede
And the cockles warmed
Those Icelandic nights
Where darkness bites
Those plasma storms
Where souls are formed
In the cauldron of the Sun's titanic heat
The crucible of life
The womb in Joseph's wife
Where contradictions meet
And saviors bathe our feet
Until infinity rescinds
Blow you solar winds.

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