The fjords flair

   
Our solemn  
From murmur to beckon  
shallowed be thy way  
Thy waters come  
From ocean’s hum  
In mirth, it is friskily leaden  
Combative in flair    
The salt in the air  
The mountainous loom of its cove  
An inlet of dances  
Of moonlit romances  
Where tendrils of light ne’er pose