Of a soul to move with no tear

Of a soul to move with no tear

29-30 October 2016

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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: 

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Rotlaust tre fell – Wardruna