A circular poem based on today’s magnetic poem
Quiet as stone falls the light,
bright and glacier cold,
folding the world in clouds of frost.
Bifrost the bridge of violet and blue,
hues of the rainbow,
slowly arching across the sky,
flying on swans’ wings from rooted earth,
berth of sky ships, soaring,
roaring with the winds voice.
Rejoice in this sky-reaching and spanning space,
race, white swans with this dead heart,
part the clouds for I see the journey’s close,
rose scented, blue horses joyful riot,
quiet as stone falls the light.