Ice people

Written by: John Castro

the sweetness that was once wheat pollen that blew in the wind is no longer here to stay and the light that guides the path no longer shines the way as time freezes over the world is locked in a season of death the finch sings its last song as the sad flute takes its breath the chimes dances to the rhythm of the whispering wind and each whisper carried can slice through silence.... paper thin the scrap heap of mortal memories ends with human misery and the damage inflicted by a cold heart leaves no trace of ancestry the lines are severed by guilt and despair the good seeds are the children of the kingdom but the bad seeds are the tares