Entombed in Ice
Enraptured in dreaming,
In blankets of ice,
Beatifically beaming,
In lands imprecise,
Lost in a netherworld
gleaming, I waken again
in a trice.
Witnessing heaven,
In visions so bold,
The Centaur—
Eleven bright stars shining cold,
Moonlight so fabulous flowing — a cloak on the wintery wold.
Aspects of Gaia,
Presented anew,
Sunsets of fire,
In flickering hue,
Speaking a language of wonder, encased in a beatific blue.
Earthy dominions,
Of rain glutted peat,
Frogs in their minions,
Awake at my feet,
Singing of ancient Pangea, and clouds racing long in a fleet…
ADL
adamdaniel 