Arctic

Cold drops of heavenly
bodies percolate into thy
brain. Fissures of hope
rekindle the dying candle
to re-affirm your purpose

Dim light caged in lantern,
fuelled by fear of the unknown;
yet bright enough for two
with the right intentions

We lit and wrap warmly;
loved up, cooked up
and fed up with life in
this igloo. Cold counsel
of the unseen eyes
dampens the tempo of the atmosphere

Under the moonless sky
we moon-dance in tune,
twisting and turning to
the swirl of the wind.

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