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.
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” |BJBuckley.com|
