Northern light

From the grey and clagging mist
For in that swirl a glimpse of bliss  
Comes my idol poetess
A shaft of script through the fogs morass  
  
Her words indent upon the heart  
And spin a web to hold you fast  
A view from where the eagle flies  
Graceful in the updraught and the dive  
   
With the grit of mother earth  
Take you on a trascendental ride  
Perspective only Gods have forged  
Senses lifted to the clouds

From the forest archetypal echoes
Tales of ancestry tied to tomorrows
Elves and spirits wizened fingers
Inspiration a placenta reborn to linger 
   
Such pros, the clay to shape and mold  
Economy of shape and form  
Open your mind like the breaking dawn  
The facets nature did provide  
Uncoved truth like opened blinds
 
I cannot paraphrase the pleasure
The panoramas and the vistas
Celestial of chiseled words
 Sharped from the pen do fall  
   
Eclectic style not mine to ape  
 To plagiarise a virgin page  
 Applaud a nordic sage intense  
AEMeala 564  a thirst now quenched