The air tinkled with the sound of ice being born. Earth stood a frozen picture of the life it once exuded. That was long ago.
Radiant in blue and white, the Ice Queen admired her glacial kingdom, dead, but hers.
“You like?” she crackled.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s cool.”
It’s neither one thing nor the other, not colour nor light, not even a dream for that would never do it justice. A blending of beams, a coalition of creation, the sun begins to rise.
As dawn strikes the ice, I gasp. Nature fuses with imagination and I have no words, no explanation. The white becomes impregnated by warmth, colour and majesty. It is an eternal moment that will last forever and never, an infinite passage of time. Most of all it’s beautiful, and that’s all that matters.
In a cloak of snow
Winter set upon the world
Our love, set like glass
Reflective yet impassioned
Just twinned souls frozen in time
I do not wish to grip, but glide
I do not want to slip, but slide
I do not wish for ice, but glass
And do so wish that it won’t pass
Skip along with care
As frost does whiten pathways
Summer sureness gone
Frozen streams stifled
No longer clear waters flow
Fish dream of summer