there was a touch and then there was gold -
gold and also silver wands of barks
from some nordic ship that sailed
out of the skies and bathed all in
viking mysteries on roads that flow
as rivers flow from mountain to sea,
without knowing the way to any one’s
home to town to the cities far away...
o we wish we were there,
knowing where we are going - for we are
lit on our path by the gold torches
that will be put out again, as every year,
by the first, and then, the second, rain....