Alone in my ship

A sailor in an unknown sea

Closest to the stars, yet farthest from the world

Quiet in my bearing, still as the sand of the moon

Loud in my thoughts, crowding together in my head

Cold, dark, celestial, swirling

Just me and the moon and the stars


Slippers of the Snow Queen

Dance, their pointed toes

Spreading frost in an intricate web

There are clouds in our lungs

That come out when we speak,

Drawn to the cold

Frost is laced on the windows and shingles

Silver-blue is the color of