And here I yearn for the unreal –
My samodive, that consumes my will to live.
Du sjöungman med mig som tidsfördriv.
Min bäckhäst, vit, stor, och vacker.
Nykur minn, gáfaður og myndarlegur.
Fossegrim min som spiller fiolin.
Mein Nix, ich war deine Romanfigur.
With traits of all combined within,
my departed selkie has found his skin.

Another from my multimedia project which includes poetry, music, art, photography, photomanipulation, and narration. 'From A to R' which can be found at https://www.thewanderingweasel.com/fromator