Sun on Ekofisk
Golden sunlight shining down
on rigs of hardened steel.
You find it hard believing
the picture is for real.
A bunch of seagulls soaring
so easy white and free.
The greatness of the universe
brings me serenity.
All my dark and heavy thoughts
are lifted far away.
I fell I owe a sacrifice
to oldtime sun god Ra.
It seems as if there never was
a storm a fight or risk.
Nothing else compares with
the sun on Ekofisk.