Thursday, June 7, 2018

Jade

There is a luster
to dreaming
as of light
glinting from jade.
Depth is
repressed,
a shallow pool
of solid ice.

An oval rink
lies frozen there,
awaiting
another lap, or
perhaps a spin,
in a world
that you know
but can only reach
from atop thin blades
of memory
and future
and fright
and wonder,

leaving life
jaded
by comparison.

2 comments:

  1. Oooh I love this! It took me a bit to get it, but when I did, bam I loved it!

    Have a great weekend!
    Amy; Wandering Everywhere

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