Frozen Breath
The water floats, reflective soul, a shallow lake, icy blue and fire full.
To stand in shallow, hallowed depth, I hold my frozen smoky breath.
Ten steps to shore, I’ll crawl no more, upon the sandy beach to rest.
A hundred miles, through twisted storms, around the devils haunting horns.
I’ve found the sky, it’s purple deep, to fly and float, my soul to keep.
For unaware the plan not fair, yet virtues surely reaped.
In sky’s of vain I soar and stain, this life to still repeat.
A chance once more, the choices wore within your mind, upon your feet.
To step the next a hundred times, a sorrowful glance of the past reminds.
To ever clear with sea and sun, just walk my child instead to run.