Viking Nereus

 

 

On the rocky shores of a thousand islands

– this is where my heart sings it´s silence

 

where the restless waves always dance

– this is where I build dream-castles in the sands

 

where the fishingnets hang drying on the boathouse-wall 

– this is where I grew up proud and tall

 

where the ancient slopes of naked rock patiently listens to the seagulls wailing 

– this is where my soul is sailing

 

where the volcanic truth once melted hard

– this is where heron is standing guard

 

where the enriched light of dawn belong

– this is where my faith grew strong

 

and in cold winternights whispering

Aurora Boralis dances by

– this is where my limbs long to try 

a midnight waltz across the sky

 

where beaten and battered driftwood turn in to salty silver treasures

– on these shores my memory gathers pleasures

 

where the white-tailed eagle glides across the glittered sea

– this is where my spirit is untangled free 

 

where the bare rock-faces whisper secrets in your ear

– this is where the dusks are crisp and clear

 

where the ancient nature is still pure at heart

– this is where my passion paints its pale blue art