Heathen Island
Nothing I see, just a covering of clouds color gray. On my face skin I receive some surf from the splashing swanroad. I lay with my arms open outwards on a wildly carved cliff of volcanic coal-black lava. Oh, how wild blows the north-western wind! I feel the powerful pulse of the pushing pump underneath my bonehouse. Everything turns calm. The covering of clouds uncovers, letting me see the starry sky on this silent night. The brilliant Minor Bear brightening high above in the blue skies. I feel this breeze so freezing that flows into the fjord. The aurora borealis makes its appearance like a color curtain of incredible kaleidoscopic undefined shapes, each time different. Suddenly, the ground quivers with a cruel earthquake; creating chaos, killing kins, but also creating new lands and life. Look, the liquid lava flowing violently from the volcano, like blood bleeding from our mother Earth.I was moved onto this ice land by the magnetic mantra sung out by the murmuring mermaid, trapping me for ever and ever on this magical ísland. This pagan island; a heathen place, my hidden place.From this dream I'm awaken by a wave from the whaleroad.

