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
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2019 06:46
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
First rate piece again Syd and which poetically reflects the present need to keep warm in this winter's big freeze
Thank you for so much Faye. Yes I suppose it does reflect that.
- Syd
Read one of your poems in return. Nice write. Lovely imagery
Thank you Joanna.
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