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