Unfrozen Myth

Sliding through mist

I wonder…

What could the sound of thunder

Might bring?


Passing time will unfold

The swaddled drift of a

Limitless expanding thread…

The shape pattern of life and death


Every season arising to awake

Every moment is wrapped

As an infinite journey to be held

Swiftly as a coming wave


Which threads indeed

Will mold the pathway to be?

As each can beat

On a different rhythm


Icicles that flounder

Cold as memories of old

History becoming legend

Legend to Myth


Standing frigid …

Waiting to be seen

Waiting to be learned

Waiting to be alive


No more as memory

But as an unfrozen Myth

To be unleashed

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