The Snowman
I can ride with galaxies out of sight
explore the far edge of everywhere
I can pause to walk at the speed of light
surf the wave that curves, collapse time that slows
I can do little things, descend from height
share those moments with more canny creatures
I am fluid crystal, chill breath of air
born expectant, soft re-imagined shapes
I am the drifter in my garden lair
blankets cover, abiding imminent
I am stretched-out molecules mingling there
potential plaything with pristine features
I await for movement, for some signs above
footprints crunch the silence, crescendo yell
I gather as warm fingers push and shove
heave my half-formed body, my tumbling roll
I mould together, coalescing love
still blind and deaf to these tiny screechers
I receive head on shoulders, scarf and hat
carrot nose, potato eyes, mouth of twigs
I hear with ears poked open, child-like chat
free-dancing nymphs around my bulbous frame
I am " The Snowman " they caress and pat
joyous, full of life my youthful teachers
I feel passing heat as they flit away
focused beams of sun have melted my heart
I dissolve smiling, daring dreams hold sway
wise looks of transient, naive wonder
I remember, ...... unbelievable day
innocence built by cosmic out-reachers
Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2021
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