Published on Sunday, August 1, 2010 by admin
He's heading north
With silent shout
And quiet reverence
The wish to be granted
He's come to catch
His midnight sun
A star to wish upon
Bleached in northern lights
It's cold, he's told it's beauty was irresistible
He's brave; he's safe in this land of his dreams
The moon will rise to see him off
One day there will be time to put his mind to rest
He w...