Ice

Your fire was way too hot
my skin burned
flames leaping into the night
then life turned

As trails go through time
on a mountain
surrounded by a blizzard
frozen pain

You were so busy today
a whirlwind
no time to stop and talk
into the wind

Watched a train roar by
no crossing
it never seemed to end
just waiting

In the first snow in town
silent falls
white is the street
night calls

Waiting for your fire again
night raging
leaping flames of heart
needs taming

Jaqi
Bluh

Mon
20
Apr

2020

NOTE ~   The poem ..... Ice ..... is in part inspired by the day in Chicago when we went on an expedition from down town to Geneva to see the 1892 Viking ship called Viking, built in Norway and sailed to Chicago for the 1893 World Fair. There she lies beneath a tent, in need of a home, and that should have happened decades ago. Time ticks on ..... Waiting for the next train to the city, we walked around Geneva with snow falling, turning the town white. Back at the station our train arrived across the track, and as we were about to cross the line, we, and a whole crowd had to wait, as a really long freight train roared by, and seemed to take forever and a day to find its way down the line. Fortunately, our train waited for the trapped and frozen passenger, so we wended our way back to the lake.

Friends of the Viking ~

https://vikingship.us/