ice

perfectly constructed ice cubes,
how sentimentally you melt.
the energy surrounds the water,
prickling and bubbling,
on a spectrum of moods.
either positively and happily forming golden ratio,
or negatively and morosely destructing the harmony.

once you've seen the euphoric,
an alternative version of reality,
it's hard to escape the lights.
the madness waiting to explode,
into a constellation of bright planets,
shooting stars, extraordinary luminaries.
strange desires, we've caught a brief sight of what's possible.
we hear them playing the sitar, calling our names.
wading through the frosty air,
on the same wavelength,
drinking the elixir of cupid's secretion.
dream of me tonight, your thoughts merge with mine.
this insanity is driving me towards the brink,
before falling, into the vast glacier bowl.
falling, falling, falling - letting the unknown catch this wreck of a train.
seemingly calm and poised,
and ferociously burning inside;
yearning for a simultaneously dark and mighty force to burn along with...

it's important to follow your philosophy.
don't lose sight.
of the grandeur of our journey here.
we are blessed.
so blessed.
to be alive.
and to be.