Niceland Iceland

Andrew Eagle

the fragment is all that survived…

When the eye of a winter's sun

Reclines on the horizon

I want to reach out

I want to touch it

At the end of my earth

At the centre of yours

I want to hear the silence

Of volcanic rocks

And feel the rustling

Turn of a page

Dark and bright

Long day and longer night

I want a saga

Just a little one

To hold me tight

I want as lava

To be molten, young and alive

Ready to melt and mingle

With the frozen soil

To take a place among the ancient

In the heart, by the hearth

With the newness of snow

And merge unattested into oneness

With the rocky plain to know

The centre of all things

How things can be

How they should be

And there I'll cling for enduring life

Nevermore engulfed in strife

Of this wretched world

Of anger, hate and pain

Andrew Eagle is an English instructor and an occasional contributor to Star Literature & Reviews pages.