There knows no dark the summer, the winter knows..

There knows no dark the summer, the winter knows no day,
There flies the solar zenith into the night’s domain.
The sky at night is glowing, revealing startling flames
Of perfect inflorescences born from Bifrost rays.

There basks the ice from tales about the deeds of Norns,
The snow along the timeline streaks past in backward flows.
The lucent lakes and brooklets are framed in forest curls,
Where faithful hearts have hidden their love in Skadi’s pearls.

And as the hunt grows wilder you’ll hear the bells and roars —
A call for the devotion the Hero always shows!
There brings the noble spirit of destiny decrees,
And casts an old wise woman insights for solving dreams.

There strolls a wolf delusioned by mysteries of gods,
Under a tree a serpent rests like the pristine source.
The torch of stellar might’ness to sailors firmly shines,
And every thread the Spinner into the Orlog twines.

I bear in mind from childhood dream lands in airy blasts,
Your wilds at Dreamland seashore against the lilac dusks…
In the perennial chorus a song the blizzard sings,
Alas, without you, Poet, this lonely planet spins….



...to Alexander Pushkin