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Originally published in the zine The-Thirteen 2.
I was shaped in snows,
my young soul chilled by Viking summers.
Now, as I become a man,
coolly poised to walk the well-known path
my father trod,
In dreams I see another road
that leads to warmer climes,
to dark and smiling reaches
where my frozen heart will thaw
and come alive with passions
that I’m yet too new to grasp.
An unplanned future calls me,
with promises of pain and joy,
and love beyond imagining.
These tantalizing visions show
blue eyes, black curls, and sunshine
in a crooked grin
that offers trust, protection, rest.
Bright phantom, be there when I come,
somewhere to the south
of my lonely winter life.
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