Permafrost

The white bird
(the white bird for her comes)
calls out for her
thin tundra veils
(the ice is forming)
permafrost earth
Grey stone
(there when it called)
retreating wind
the moor calls
(follows you back here)
desolation zone
A cutting air
(like a friend of yore)
finds the cracks
in my outer layer
(sadly wraps around)
to slip inside
The black bird
(left the ties of old)
answers her
my tundra veil
(we are strong, we are sound, we go)
permafrost earth
The night bird comes for me
from kingdom laced with frost
ensconced in earth it stays
we go
ensconced it stays
we hardly know, we hardly thought, we go