Skimming the surface of an ice blade –
staring into your reflection.
A pool of electric blue,
casting shadows of
Your dreams, your vitality; your forgotten escape.
Plunged from above, you begin to sink.
Treading has gotten you awry;
Gotten you nowhere.
The current has drawn you lost and forgotten.
Guided by the moon you trail your path-
Of delusion- of truth.
When will you reach the surface.
When will you fight the current.
When will you find me?