Landing in grasp of Finnish snow
Cold; lost in walls of confusion
Flight slips away but you stand as just you
Walking, gulping vast forms of unknown.
Aura of comfort astray from your path
You, on your own, similar to a falling star.
You look and souls look at you
Slowly vanishing to roots of origin
But you stay standing still in dazzling lights
Whom you stop and watch as sunrays on a pond.
Tranquillity traps you and builds a chrysalis of vigour
Your lips apart as you buzz with blissful trust
Now you photograph this hollow artistry
Imprinting your joy and crushing that crux
Who brought you this illustrious ivory city.