Thursday, July 07, 2011


The power ice possesses
of freezing each particle and frame
Each second as it remains the same
as before
I feel the same in your blissful, emotional presence
as if our moments were frozen in stone
and preserved for all eternity to see
that there is real bliss to be seen in this still world
There is enough that is not wasted
or tired or yet roadworn
There is beauty to be born
and that may survive
I hope that I won't close my eyes
until I watch such miracle unfold.