Icicles hang
Temporarily melted by low winter sun
Under the pristine crystal skies
You and I hung
Crystalline...
Like metamorphosing butterflies
Webs of intricate thought
Are simultaneously spun
At night we\'re stunned
By the unfiltered cosmos
In its ultimate wisdom
No pressure of life
No consequence of decision
The stars are the headlamps
Resurrected by the crisp air
We are the paralysed and mystified
The rabbits in the cross hairs
Grateful...
We care not, the why, when nor how
Time and emotions are frozen
Starstruck..You and I
Lazily gliding through the mirrored still ocean
What wisdom lingers here?
In the pauses between thoughts...
What currents guide us here?
My fellow cosmonauts