She lurks for me,
endless, flat, mist veiled, mottled white,
deathly cold, placidly undulating,
Caressed and scoured by wind,
Rocked and heaved by waves,
She lies in timeless wait,
Murmuring in her singular voice −
sibilant sound of rubbing floes
and softly singing silence −
Lie down on this cold, barren breast.
Here is no sustenance
nor aught to slake desires.
But in this pale, grim, south-ice world
we shall quench the bitterest fires.
Your desolate soul and mine
have long been flirting lovers.
So come, you, now and sleep.
* A kind of polar sea ice characterized by large areas of flat, irregular shaped floes of varying sizes.