..Freyja..

Rain falls from a dark-grey sky

I sense the falcon near

Across the nine worlds he flies

A silent voice my call

He seeks my soul

He sinks down to the underworld

And flies into my dream

He lifts me up while I sleep

And carries me away

I slip away

We fly over mountains

Over seas raging wild

I see trees shaken by the storm

And villages in peaceful dormancy

A shaman reaches out

To greet the one-eyed man

I see the past, the present and

The future melt to one timeless void

A mystic moor-land comes to sight

An unknown path ahead

Elves dancing around me

Could this not be an everlasting dream?