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