sisters of ice
many are the sisters of ice
who crave the warmth of a dark, solitary cave,
hidden deep in the heart of a far-away mountain
swathed in the plushest, lushest greens.
but all that surrounds them is white,
everywhere white, and clarity blinds to a haze,
rendering useless the attempts of whatever sight,
whatever far-reaching gaze they might once have known.
out in the cruellest elements they do not survive.
there are no directions, no guides to show the way,
no place to hide themselves for just one restful, longed-for day.
their cries unite to pierce the frozen air
and skim the distance with an easy, lazy grace,
a grace so beautiful it flickers on the eye of the soul,
shining diamond-like in this sad, mad world of silhouetted woes.