Syd

Frozen

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