Monday January 3, 2010

I looked up and was startled to see,
The light creeping into day,
Brilliant pink-orange and grays,
Striated across the eastern sky,
Glaicer blue.




Image from the internet.

GLACIER BLUE
Quiet, early morning,
Glacier blue,
Winter cold at my door,
Wants to come in.
0 degrees, feels like -12

The dream looms large,
The same dream,
The details are different,
You say, "You thought
I had forgotten your name."
I took your face in my hands,
My eyes looked into
Your glacier blues,
And reminded you of
The events that happened,
You were like glass,
Not completely real.

I knew all along,
It was my dream,
In glacier-blue,
You were not there,
Will I continue to
Dream of you?

I looked up and was startled
To see the light creeping into day,
Brilliant orange-pink and grays,
Striated across the eastern sky,
Glacier blue,
Winter at my door,
Wants to come in.

Sometimes I am caught up in the
Sound of clanging bells,
But they do not sound for me,
Not now, not today.
0 degrees, feels like -12
Winter at my door,
My heart is glacier blue.