Far North Poem by Chris Noir

Far up North on the
solitary shore,
Far where the clouds fall
with the morning rain.

North where no flowers
grow upon the stones,
where sun drowns in darkness
of the freezing sea.

I see a lantern
shining neon blue
and the waves are calling
calling unto you.

Hear their roaring whisper
Hear the ocean moan
Feel the winter rising
From its icy throne.

Look into the distance
To the lead gray sky
give up all resistance,
let the voices die.

Bathe in their silence
breathe in the waves,
let icy tears touch it.
Then float to me, your grave.