Reykjavik

in your streets,
in those coy smiles,
as your tranquil skies
embraced my eyes,
i heard Steinarr whisper
that in the melting of the snow
"Það er sólskin og hiti (there's sunshine and warmth)"

no matter how you're bruised
your fresh breath
shall awaken once again
as the tower of light
extending from your land
undressing the wilderness
of the night

you burnt my heart
and there's nothing i can do
but beat the flame, o dear,
you are so beautiful
i had to weep my goodbye -
bless for the moment

(Reykjavik, 23 November 2008)