"Screams from the ice-cliff
hideous wind incisors
slice arching knife edge blocks
above my arctic tent
restrained uncertainly by rocks
where I feign sleep
in whitened darkness
but then
a murmur of feathers
some light cursing
at the limited tent space
and a glow as warm as song
announce an angel’s presence
and his strong arms
gather me
where I can drink his hot tears
and, soothed by his rythmic pulse
tenderly evaporate
like breath "
Treasure what you have now as you never know when good things will lasts. This post is for my Grandfather who passed away this morning...Hope he will watch over us in the arms of God.
Your beloved grandson,
P.S: ~~MaRcUS~~(wISh u WeRE heRE)