Arctic Resonance

Theirs were the sounds I followed

Cool air teasing my protective soul

A ritual to realize

An army of notions

Each would understand one another

Only by the twilight of the sky

Night sky

On the edge of our lives

We were told to offer her reverence

Breathe in sweet arctic winds

We will hide ourselves

Yet tonight there were no words

Only the illumination of distant stars

In the balance of a crescent moon

Crisp sounds, shuffling, snow packed trails as men

With lovely tears, shared quiet in centered solace.