I look into the purest pupils
of the frozen sapphire
fallen from glistening sky.
Wrinkles of God's hands
injected veins of arctic ice
in lapse of a millennium.
Glitz penetrates icicles
melting a spinning centroid
of hibernating waterfalls.
Scattered bonfires gloamed
the parted lips of mountains
from the farther lakeside.
Stars gaze at their reflections,
like a Shamanist ritual, seeking
their long lost counterparts.
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A beautiful poem! Fascinating poetic expression: Stars gaze at their reflections, like a Shamanist ritual, seeking/their long lost counterparts..........Thanks for sharing....10