Reykjavik

Somewhere outside Reykjavik the Northern Lights dance
and Geysir's son puffs clouds into the sky,
and here I sit wondering where you are,
for whom you dance,
if your skin is still tanned,

Somewhere outside Reykjavik two kids dream about a band
and a puffing sails into the night
and here I sit wondering where you are,
how long is your hair,
how strong the fire in your eyes.

Somewhere outside Reykjavik two whales fly
and a fisherman runs home to his wife,
 and I wonder if you still remeber who I am.

  

3.12.10-Reykjavik