Oct 9, 20201 min
Updated: Jul 26, 2022
In Arctic worlds
I have roamed,
where fettered hearts
leave shields unfold.
Bitter reunions
leave unrest,
when hope fades
and doubt remains.
Through countless seasons have I known
the wandered edge of glacial cold
a yearning to flee
a wanting to know
why love no longer mourns withhold.
From Arctic worlds
I have roamed,
where glaciers melt
and water flows.
A stirring heart
to love must go.