Through time the ice does melt,
but what is found is tender
and raw,
The barren ice does sprawl,
open eyes, open mind of a
broken life washed at shore,
Till heavy waves rush and gush
the unwanted lives of fragment
memories of ghosts
drifitng unsure,
floating idly amonst the brush of the wind,
and unto the waves off shore....
[edit on 28-8-2009 by catalyst2466]


