A dream of Ice Crystals
Mystical poetry. (140 words, a two minute read) ➰ In icy dream We ate our picnic, you and I And watched while moonbeams Lit the curls of how and why And seated watchers watched the sky ➰ No frozen crusts of bread: This food of soul was liquid light Drawn, once, upon the glittering night Enmeshed, entwined, in meanings bright Like crystals on the … Read More A dream of Ice Crystals