do you know our way home?
to run faraway and never going back
my legs are aching from the distance stretch
I drank my eyes, for my tears deserve to be free
the ocean was frozen, cold unto my skin
I cannot see the air that I breathe.
I want my voice to dissolve glaciers
I prefer the shadows of my Artic sanctum;
shadows are the doorway to what is real
all is soft inside me, so I let the glacier enter me
the more I come near it, the more it disappears
glaciers are shelves
where I put my sorrow into rest
the roaring stillness of the waters
resonates with my spirit's unrest
a pilgrimage between me, gravity;
the ocean, as they coat my skin
in pitch black and pale blue
the horror of this wilderness
is what makes my love
intensely alive, burning
