3 September 2012
Frosted air of sweet and cold, A crisp and vivid crystal hold, A rain of sparks, a flashing hit, A crack of lightning, diamond lit.
Acrylic painting, washed away, And frozen over, by the day, A crafted land, of blue and white, A sapphire within the night.
An untouched flake of moonstone, pure, That slows drifts towards the shore, To land upon a sea of ice, Ensnared upon a frosted vice.
A single spark, upon my face, Upon my cheek, it leaves a trace, To then move down towards my chest, And freeze my heart, rim frost the crest.
Ice • Opuss № I