the phantom land

it will be difficult to arrive
in the phantom land
a vast expanse of ice
that is moving
underneath

and we point our compass north
but the water is moving us the
other direction
it is 45 degrees below
and i cannot feel my fingers anymore

it will be difficult to arrive
in the phantom land
white snow white light
white stars
in the sky
in the phantom land
our failure
may be our success
in the end

the dogs have dense and heavy coats
the skis are sharp and help us
get half way to where we want to go
until we find out that the map is wrong
those islands don't exist
where we thought they were

it will be difficult to survive
until we reach
the phantom land
and i think i dreamed it only in my head
after four months without daylight
you doubt yourself

but to my great imagination
i saw you waving your hat
your hands
and you had a boat to save us
even though your journey had not gone
the way you planned
we climbed aboard
set sail for home

no more searching for
the phantom land