Northern Fjords

 

They speak of eternal nights, but they don't tell you the truth

of the days woven in sunrise, softly melting as snow caps 

into the colors of dusk, without ever knowing the difference 

between the beginning of one, and the end of the other;

the continuation of a night filled with moon

illuminating like sunshine the infinity of a landscape

painted with imagination-

majestic in its subtlety, innocent in its grandness.

Settlements at the end of the world, existing in their orderly peace

unscathed by the storms, made ready for their seas.

And perhaps what all learned was that here was the beginning

where they finally understood

to not fear darkness, to sail towards emptiness 

and in that uncertainty find 

the magic of a sky 

that lived bright

even in its blackness.