Waking up in Antartica

Silence and shadows
So mellow and easy
just for the moment
waking me up daily

Light feathered creature
Brave temperature, lucid temptation
Ideas and words
Ideal tommorrow

Time and place
Colder and rich
Yesterday will be
Fast, fast, now

When would be two ways
Precious and full of yourself
Go, go and come back
Run and walk in slow pace

Roaming, cursing, going and calming
Love? No
Lust? Maybe...

Passion and storm
Wind blowing directly
Tilt and leave
Pull back your retreat

Blue and white, mountains of snow
Chilled air, intrepid disease
Cure me, fill me

Not ready for you
Not ready for me

Lucid creature of joy
Your voice is inside me.