The journey

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride They set off with their guide To reach the mountain side Roped as one for safety through the long descent Into the crater of volcanic rock they went Look up from our telescopic laair, One star for us to share, We continue on our prayer. Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears, Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.