The minute you step on its soil, you submit to this land
The land of volcanoes and lava fields
To the past I see the mighty Vikings arriving, prospecting their futures
From the East I watch the clouds floating lively,
To the West I see vast waters, no longer ice
Full of sea creatures and life, abundance
Come trek with me during a white night
Your eyes will remain glued open with beauty
You will desire nothing but the chance to run your hands
Through the smoke rising out of the hot grounds
As if they are the underground trolls whispering,
Come and lay in our waters, heal your soul
Your past will come undone, by a simple bath
Join the rest of the nomads, the worker bees of the underground
Forever you will know this stream,
Your mind hosting the images, your body will code the muscles with the warmth
And twitches and utter elation of submerging into nature’s most powerful of giants
You experienced in one night, in a life
I can’t relay this feeling clearer, I’d be screaming
Not even the crystal ball of the witches
Can show you this beauty in all its glory
For this land I reckon is heaven on earth and beyond
With its treeless landscape, green and black rugged rock peaks
Silver streams and blue eyes souls
Come all, come none
This place will not ask for a visit, by if you do chance a voyage
Its hold on you will not steer,
This is mighty clear
So I say to the people of Ice and Land, Land and Ice
Hot waters and beautiful valleys
Guard this treasure, for it’s guarded you for 12 centuries
To the southeast glaciers adorn your boarders
It is they that encapsulate you
Water aged thousands of years, isn’t water the only endless spirit that
Embodies it all at once?
The puffin birds in clouds guard you to the northwest
And the sea lions form a coastal guard
You usher it day-to-day life
When in my eyes, you move in a dream,
Unnoticed by generations
May the dreams deem endless
The land of ice I prepare an ode to you,
Your infinite quietude will ring in my ears for years to come
I open my arms in hopes you’ll appear again and
Once more I stand between a dream and realness
To you I surrender, never forgetting the clinching of the ice and land spell
Beauty and grace, etched in my heart.
July 2011, to the lands of Iceland and its people.
©Lucie Teichmann
