Icy Warmth
On an Icy floor I tread
with many thoughts in head
warm thoughts bring chills
but the volatile balance kills
as the static hope acts as dope and follow I my thrills
to the very weakest ground
where strongest leap is found
and falling through this icy cloud
to death or life but past illusive shroud
I'll take the plunge and hit the ground
to fly by you and with you
this I must do
for the ice builds
and my fear keeps too
me from
Icy depth and warm embrace
and lost am I without my place
above my trivial fears
that I may live a thousand years
of life alone while crying tears
to combat only selfish fears
to bring about a happiness as firm as solid stone
I'd rather live life under ice
than firm and warm upon my throne
Copyright © Shannon Callaway | Year Posted 2007
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