Distant places.
Flags snap and curl in the wind
Traveling on.
Waves warp to our sides,
pointing thw way.
Valleys, and mountains.
The ship rumbles a lullabye underneath.
Glaciers and geysers.
Tumbling, ever forward, we cut
through the pale night.
(I adore Iceland.)
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James
