Icelandic Saga

Oh, where was I?

My eyes have not seen anything more heavenly,

The sea, the snowcapped mountains kiss my pupils

As I suspend my material thoughts,

for myriad memorable moments

Lost in this labyrinth of divine yet bitter nature

I wandered over the rocks and through the moss,

To find the orange sun hang slowly over,

The raging river forging its way in the gorge,

Many fathoms deep, cutting thru rocks and the walls of time

Our vehicle then cruised on,

Long winding roads meandering gently through,

A maze of floating hills of lava cooled frosted with soft snow

As my mind drooled, enamored by,

Far more magnificent than what my eyes could capture
A land untouched by man, so perfectly pristine
God’s own hand over mountains, drawing those deep lines of erosion

The beautiful black and white soil bore no fruit,

But the wildflowers resistant, hardy, bloomed
With a loving gaze and their wild cackle,

Effervescent puffins welcomed us to their abode,

Before we chose another road

That took us to the magical hot springs of paradise,

Where we rested our weary bones,

Looked at a wonder-scape,

Mystic mist of the fjords rose to the sky

Like a blanket soft, for most of the night

Glaciers loomed in the endless expanse,

As a cold sea breeze kissed my cheeks and ears
An open land, an open mind they say,

with solitude plentiful to confide in

Will you ever forget this?

No, never, I must vow, and just flow in the undertow.

Watch this to know