Lucid Ice Poem by For Matilde

Lucid Ice



It is not the feathered kiss
of wings spread against the night
the Archangel, the Beckoning
but an avalanche of memories
those then, those now

A spectral journey into myself
a flight over empty spaces
the Only Life, the Tide
the lifting of the eyes
sensuously lucid ice

Forsaken now
floating without limbs
silent then, silent now

Sunday, April 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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