Ice Age

IMG_0144

Four walls. Invisible and made of glass.

A frozen prison, filled with pieces of sky,

an echo of universe; shimmers of

swirling white, rotating quietly within.

The soundless hum of blue, the ageless

glitter of stars, a sun in the center;

solid, bright, and cold. A dream; trapped

inside. Drifting, dimming, fading.

Drowning light.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s