Rare and Stark is the Isolated Island

Rare and stark is the isolated island In its heart - its bipolar mood And it stokes within the imagination A fire - a want of pursuit. Its knobby fingers reach out to a black sea - Bringing roamers to some land's end; Its fjords entice sojourners in for some peace After a frigid trip endured. Its verdant mountains slope down to meet blue ice That's hard like stone and impassable And immediately known to wandering eyes As earth that's beautiful but cruel. It's a place where fact and legends are as one And lava flows like a river; Where in an entire spreading rocky plain There grows one radiant flower; Where the sun perseveres along the skyline Then is gone in a vapid cloud And my nocturnal thoughts run and take flight - Dancing within an aural shroud.