Sea holds fog to it, as a lover...
Returning, returning, not
Staying.
The Dragon prow slices
Timidly, cautiously,
Still, deep, waters harbor real
Dragons.
Through fog they came,
Past Dragons' eyes,
Sirens' songs.
Ice to ice.
They weren't first, only readers
Of maps. Hearers of tales.
Curiosity in shield ships.
The Dragons came on.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vikings-dragon-eyes-for-the-sea/
