How We Start Poem by Cerulean Celyn

I am half-alive,
But I swim between the ice-floes;
All despair evident
On my weathered face.
And there is something in my distance
And right before my eyes,
That place between my deepest dreams and reality.
On the shore, on the beginning
He waits for me, I dare to believe
With that sly smile on his face
That wraps around my heart,
Lifting me from an Antartic grave
And into his arms.
He leans forward to whisper his promise,
And the way he looks at me
With that passion, such passion;
And the cold heat of his gaze
Fits my hand delicately into his,
My pace, my footsteps not far from his
Leading to his winter kingdom.