Icicles hang
Temporarily melted by low winter sun
Under the pristine crystal skies
You and I hung

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
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


  • Fay Slimm.

    First rate piece again Syd and which poetically reflects the present need to keep warm in this winter's big freeze

    • Syd

      Thank you for so much Faye. Yes I suppose it does reflect that.

      - Syd

    • Joanna Garrido

      Read one of your poems in return. Nice write. Lovely imagery

      • Syd

        Thank you Joanna.

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