Unmoored in the white expanse
chained by air and frozen flats
white as far as eye can see
and just one speck revealed there…me

red on white, no blue in sight
carmine bold against the night
a blood smear there upon that face
so cold, so neutral…blooming grace

I burn there in this gelid place
and nothing here to burn but ice
that smothers every spark and glow
and so I turn my heat high…slow

and steady, burning every flake
and fleck of frozen haughty glance
I use as fuel your silences
and melt the emptiness of chance

that random stark coincidence
of when you turn and look my way
but lend me not even a branch
to burn, just more cold arctic grey

It matters not, I burn my me
I choose to be a fire hot
and brighter than the silent white
I burn the ice…I burn so free