The wind of Alaska sings through my bones,
white wolves of silence tear the skin of yesterday;
I walk on broken glaciers, every step a prayer
to the midnight sun that never answers.
Your voice, a distant aurora, flickers in my chest—
I breathe out ghosts, they rise like frozen ravens.
Love is a cabin burning alone in the tundra,
its sparks carried off by the wind of Alaska,
its ashes whitening my tomorrow.