13 September 2012
I can't feel my eyes anymore,
The numbness,
From icicles grown
under my skin,
Snow, glacier blue-white,
Restlessness frozen in a block,
Cold as stone,
Left to drip,
Ice stalactites,
And work to trip,
Unsuspecting terrors,
Unfolded in the night,
Despite
How I wish for fire,
Despite,
How it rains in the light,
Casting a weary darkness,
Where children run free,
And as I stand -
A melting sculpture,
Uptakes the band,
To make bodies and cloth
Swirl,
As he takes her hand,
And she does a twirl,
A life so brief,
A marked end with a wreath,
Cold ice for joy,
Seems somehow beneath,
The fountain that springs,
From the simple sharing,
Of chosen rings.
Ice • Opuss № I