Night Comes Softly In

In Iceland's heart where winter's touch is keen,
Night comes softly in, a silent guest,
Over mountains high and valleys green,
In a cloak of darkness, the land is dressed.

The moon, a lantern in the vast, cold sky,
Casts a silver glow on the snow below.
Stars twinkle like diamonds, from up high,
In the quiet night, they put up a show.

The northern lights dance with a ghostly hue,
A spectacle of nature, pure and bright.
In this tranquil moment, life feels new,
Under the soft blanket of the night.

So, night comes softly in, with gentle grace,
In Iceland's winter, it finds its place.

Night Comes Softly In

The Song Of The Forest Birds

In the verdant forest, the birds do sing,
Their melody, a poem that in ears ring.
Birds take flight, in treetops they swing,
Their feathers in the sunlight, a shimmering bling.

Birds of colors, like a rainbow's arc,
Their song awakens the forest, stark.
They dance in the air, light as lark,
And fill my heart with their music, hark.

Their song echoes in the valley, wide,
Filling the night with a musical tide.
Their poetry, a wonderful guest, beside,
Filling my world with joy, confide.

Thus, the birds sing, in the forest, free,
Filling my heart with their poetic spree.

The Song Of The Forest Birds

The Future No One Knows 

"The Future No One Knows," a phrase so deep,
Uncharted like the dreams we see in sleep.
Tomorrow's tale, in cryptic verses penned,
A dance with time, where beginnings and endings blend.

In its embrace, our fates begin to twine,
Woven in the fabric of the divine.
It murmurs in the zephyr, bellows in the tide,
In the silent language of the seasons, it confides.

"The Future No One Knows," a riddle vast,
In the heart's labyrinth, shadows cast.
Yet in each fleeting moment, in each sigh,
Lies the unwritten morrow, under the sky.

So, toast to the Future, shrouded in mystery's cloak,
It arrives, it departs, in the rhythm of life's stroke.

The Future No One Knows

Spring Is Coming Alive

The earth awakes from slumber deep and cold,
With whispers of the green, the young, the bold.
In every budding leaf, a story's told,
Of life that blooms and days that will unfold.

The streams, they babble tunes of summer's song,
As nature's choir sings the whole day long.
The air is sweet, the daylight stretches strong,
And in this rebirth, hearts find they belong.

The daffodils, in golden crowns arrayed,
Dance with the breeze in joyful masquerade.
The world, once draped in winter's somber shade,
Now wears the sun's warm kiss on every glade.

So sing, O heart, as spring comes to revive,
And in its warmth, let all your dreams thrive.

Spring Is Coming Alive

Play On Happy Moments

In the theatre of the wild, where life's stage
Is set with verdant hues and azure skies,
The actors, creatures of every age,
Dance to the wind's soft, whispering lullabies.

With every leap and bound, they cast aside
The weight of time, the chains of yesteryear,
In moments merry, where joy does abide,
And laughter rings, pure and crystal clear.

These fleeting scenes, too swift in their passing,
Are the heart's keepsake, the soul's cherished play,
Where happiness, like summer sun, is basking,
In the glow of now, in the bright of day.

So play on, happy moments, wild and free,
In nature's grasp, where all life's meant to be.

Play On Happy Moments

Into The Night

Beneath the vast expanse of starry light,
We venture forth, into the night's embrace.
The moon above, a beacon ever bright,
Guides wandering hearts through time and space.

The hush of dark, where secrets softly dwell,
In whispers of the wind, they gently speak.
The world retires, but stories night will tell,
Of lovers' tryst and dreams that seekers seek.

Yet in this shroud of mystery, we find,
A solace from the day's unyielding glare.
The night's cool touch, to troubled minds so kind,
Bestows its peace on those who dare.

So let us cherish this nocturnal flight,
And find our truths, within the cloak of night.

Into The Night

Summer Hopes

Summer hopes bloom like wildflowers in the sun,
Their petals unfurling with each dawn's kiss,
Promising warmth, days stretched out and fun,
A season of dreams, a sweet, fleeting bliss.

The days grow long, and skies are painted blue,
As if the heavens themselves conspire to please,
In meadows, laughter dances, hearts renew,
And whispers of forever ride the breeze.

Yet summer hopes, like fireflies at dusk,
Flit through our fingers, elusive and frail,
They wane as shadows lengthen, hearts may rust,
But still, we chase their glow, our spirits sail.

So let us seize the warmth, the golden hours,
Embrace the sun-kissed dreams, our souls' wild flowers.

Summer Hopes

Have A Wonderful Day

Awake to morning's vibrant, gleaming light,
Embrace the hours that lie ahead, so bright.
With every step, let joyfulness convey
The heartfelt wish: Have a wonderful day.

Let troubles fade like stars at dawn's first ray,
And worries cease, as night turns into day.
With open heart, let kindness lead the way,
And spread the cheer: Have a wonderful day.

In every smile, a thousand words are said,
In every act of love, our spirits fed.
So take the time to laugh, to love, to play,
And live the words: Have a wonderful day.

For life's a gift, unwrap it with delight,
And cherish every moment, come what might.

Have A Wonderful Day

On A Summer Vacation

The golden sun spills warmth on sandy shores,
Where waves embrace the land with frothy kiss.
In summer's grasp, the heart of nature pours
Its bounty, granting moments filled with bliss.

Children laugh and play in water's gleam,
Building castles from the dreams of sea.
Vacation days drift by like a soft stream,
Carrying away the stress, setting spirits free.

Ice cream melts, and glasses clink with cheer,
As twilight paints the sky in hues of fire.
Friends gather close, the laughter loud and clear,
Memories made that never will expire.

On a summer vacation, time stands still,
As joy and peace the soul with gladness fill.

On A Summer Vacation

A more acoustic song about the date of my first kiss and the irony it created. And if you listen closely, the violin and cello are like the two characters in the song.

October 4th (10-4)

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

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