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When the wind sings in gusts of colour,
ghosts dream in the blue of your eyes.
When sagas fall into a fire that lights the night sky with tears,
your heart breaks a glacier and collides with love.
When you sigh,
the elves laugh to the sound of your dreams.
When the snow falls and cavorts with the sea,
your footfalll dances across a stage of sky.
When I hear you in my heart,
I see reykjavik.
Once,
twice,
thrice,
count the steps I know so well.
Once, twice,thrice,
roll the universal dice.
Dreams fly within the circle of an eternal dance.
Always love;
always your heartbeat.
Once, twice,
thrice.................................................