This Endris Night Poem by Daniel Bourke

Estranged from sleep, I've abandoned the bed
Though bringing the blankets, I am cloaked to the head
The window ajar
I'm sat in the dark with my mind on the stars

I welcome the freeze; the whispered nothings of a wintery breeze
What miles might these mistrals have seen?

What frostbitten tundra - what blindness of white
What living things might have these northern winds spied
What nocturnal eyes?

Have they waxed over oceans or waned over cliffs
Have they quietly stolen through powdery drifts?
Have they harried the sailors or frightened their wives
Have they woken some child in the dead of the night?

What eyes have been laid on these wandering gales
What number of myths have been shaped,
what Inuit tales?

Oh arctic wind, frozen kin, might you take me upon your return
To the place you abode, to a home on the snow
A crackling fire and a window that glows - a beacon for miles!
And you keeping vigil by night