Going North

“He’s heading north
With silent shout
And quiet reverence:
The wish to be granted.

He’s come to catch
His midnight sun,
A star to wish upon
Bleached in northern lights.

It’s cold, he’s told its beauty was irresistible.
He’s brave, he’s safe in this land of his dreams.
The moon will rise to see him off.

One day there will be time to put his mind to rest.
He will find his cave, a shelter to keep them out.

It’s dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired eyes.
The golden light hits his unconscious mind:
It proves the goal is here for him.

He has come too close, the end so fair and sparkling.
Wind will blow his mind back to where it belongs.

Time will change, and time will broaden his mind.
Monuments of ancient beliefs are written in stone,
Not fading to keep the word of faith.”

_{[ Going North – Octavia Sperati ]}


Snow basically means one thing: Octavia Sperati! Their music is very wintery and inspired me a huge lot of snowy photos, some of which I finally got to shoot. This is oe of them, I really hope you like it!
Taken near Monfalcone, Italy.

Photo, concept, editing, styling: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, grooming: Richard Novak