Wings Over Ice-Journey part-I

The ancient whale, Oraan, in ocean deep,

Met Luma, soaring on a wing of white.

Their silent bond, a pact of vast, blue sky,

A whispered start to one shared, daring journey,

Their souls aligned beneath auroral light,

Two lives entwined before the world could change.

They swam and flew through seasons bound to change,

In rhythm with the tides that pulled the whale,

While Luma danced through ribbons made of light,

A feathered arrow streaking through the sky.

Together facing storms, they shaped a journey,

The albatross and titan of the deep.

They pressed toward North, through currents growing deep,

Where ice began to fracture with the change.

Still, wonder laced their long and faithful journey,

Each echo answered by the singing whale,

Each spiral flight a verse in endless sky,

Their love reflected in the polar light.

Past frost-choked cliffs they chased the vivid light,

Oraan’s low songs resounding from the deep,

And Luma’s wings inscribing notes in sky.

But on the turning tide came hints of change,

A weariness that clung unto the whale,

A faltering rhythm in their onward journey.

Returning south, they bore the weight of journey,

The sea was fouled, the stars dimmed in their light,

No longer sang the proud and ancient whale,

As heat and waste consumed the ocean deep.

The plastic ghosts, the sulfur stench of change,

Now tainted winds once pure beneath the sky.

And there he fell, beneath a darkened sky,

A silence carved into the grieving journey,

A soul departing in the arms of change,

Luma alone to face the fading light,

No song remained to echo from the deep,

No answer from her lost and dying friend.

Envoi:

She told the tale, of light, of sea, of friend,

Of a whale who dreamed beneath a boundless sky,

Of love and loss, and one last, broken journey.