I move in a desert,
Scorched by sun,
seared by thirst.
My destination you ask?
It is that far off sea,
see that ice mountain standing,
It is just a glacier floating on the sea.
It is a mirage you say?
No my friend, it is the sea
The ice I wish to reach,
The ice that existed.
True, it was swallowed by this desert,
but it still exists.
Beyond the horizon, beyond the ice mountain
It is where I wish to reach.