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