Stroll On Ice

We traveled north as the wind blew wide the open avenue,

the ice, a hoar frost clung to branches like a close friend

needing to be held, hoping that somehow staying  in view

of the traveler the chilled atmosphere might not pretend.


We knew our reality and prayed for beauty’s grace to sing,

we wanted only a spectacular share of the world’s moderate

fantasy to step inside a dream and provide a subtle ring,

a truth, a genuine accentuate reality speaks little too late.


We will find you again when the time is right to deal well

the attribute, the hand raising thank you, the ego may swell.

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