Whistling winds whisper
What words of salvation you encounter
He who hears and truly hears is familiar
With the voice whose words clothe you in sartorial stanzas
Weaving you into the royal garb for the choreography that beckons
Blistering barnacles
They are splinters of the soul
Put together to carry a message so clear
They mark men as sea buoys
They show them to be as free as the uninhibited flow of the sea
Anchored intercedents
They are purposeful warnings of open dangers
Reliable guiding lights in the expanse of turbulent waters
Broken manacles
On the wings of freedom, they reach unparalleled heights
Their flight enchants the avian lifeform
To whom belongs the manifested ability of flight
And as they look on, wide-eyed, they become
Engulfed by the displayed awesomeness
They see in you
Weightless clavicles
Unburdened to carry and connect
Without pain, strife or discontent
Free then, free now, free forever
No longer held at ransom
And everything flowing from them, now skates on the rollerblades of ease
By the might of He who pens fate and weaves life in all its wholeness sans heave

Dance on the ice
Sway to the cold’s hum and drum
There is more spice to taste in winter’s abode
Till your buds are bathed in sweetness untold
Lathered in the blandness of the searing cold
Even there, for the price of nothing, is joy found and sold
Listen, there is more peace to behold
Step onto her summoning threshold
And be struck by her lightning, a thousandfold
Till her touch leaves a Lichtenberg figure of calm’s presence, in bold
Then your feet can walk in true temperance
And your icy hearts will shower love in torrents unheard
Till it is kept in eternal remembrance
Like a crystal which captures beautiful experiences
Away from oblivion’s breath and hold
Now you move, gliding by freed feet
Journeying from the west to the east
Having traversed the fleet of life’s seethe
With soles scorched by the world’s ire and its heat
The ice welcomes you and leaves relief’s receipt

Dance on the ice
Dance on the ice
Dance on the ice!
Grey
Curator of moments, collector of whispers