Dear Glacier,
Heaven give me the sweet poison
dare if I stop you.
Sweet poison
distilled from the morning dew on angel's bosom
care if I touch you.
Man is not a man
lest his dry hand
adhere with your cold manifestation crystalline
and pleasure the shock so sublime
to freeze the manliness in your spine.
And then let us dine.
You serve to devour
and I bring some wine.
And let me move and take a chance.
Let me be ever rambling like your unstoppable dance.
And I will trade an inch for a tick.
So puzzle me and treat me a trick.
Are you a beauty or time ?
Your ceaseless shifting with grace divine.
And how can you be a poet's muse?
Killing the artist in cold
leaving the death to amuse.
And that grim reaper left awestruck
cursed with the poet's luck
For he knows not that this divine daughter
turns even a stone into a poet
with a sight of her chilly slaughter
Then put a wager on me and see me rhyme
So I can gamble with you and succumb to your crime
And let me perish and pay
a visit to heaven if I may
Then I will enjoy that sweet poison
with the ticks I traded
And greet you again some summer
warm and faded.
~ Poet's note: " Timeless beauty " is an oxymoron ~
