Icy Longings

A land where wind will sing in shrill ice tongues And frosty breath will freeze your fragile lungs A bearded man with stiff, thick fingers plays And sings of Nordic princes from past days Baseline booms of thunder shake the roof And out are howling wolf heads held aloof Too dark outside to marvel at the stars The trees are swallowed, fading like old scars I long for this to cool my hopeful heart But from this dream I waken with a start