Icelandic Music.

Painting ice with music
So like walking head down into the wind
But surfing it also.

Thus it was when riding white angel horses
Lost in each others arms all through the night
The white wings beating above us.

Thus it was when we kissed in the shimmering dark
The stars ice splinters adrift on windows
Small flecks of light.

We slept that year in the chill of your cabin
The leafless trees whispered outside
Love poems bereft of words.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 9th. - 10th. 2017.

Written whilst listening to Bjork on the radio.