Standing idle under snows of feather,
Beyond the chill of ruthless winter.
Cozy as the breeze of summer,
A pale, rugged mountain, with gold
That I will soon uncover.

Standing in awe, a fence of wonder,
Fresh from the oven, blossoms of sugar.
Powdered atop in frosted shimmer,
Cream without trace, where all be covered,
Forgetting the dirt that holds me secure,
Tied with ribbons, as I surrender,
Blending the air
As one of many flavors.

Without candles of silence,
As foams and tide
Be the flaming dancer,
Focused, my thought now plundered.
Wishes still flow for all to answer,
And a dream yet distant
Be the plate now hollow,
With a dangling sox, fully stocked.

2007/12/21