Stealing kisses from the snow falling from afar,
Observing the abundance of the early morning stars.
My ankles snug, poised in the frozen sand bar,
Humming away the theme of our Creator’s world so bizarre...
Stringing along our existence with His arctic guitar
Surrounded by glistening sheets with energy of which we are.
Infusing the transfer of the layer so crisp with the strength to disregard,
So adequately I begin to absorb the ice-covered reservoir.

Nature’s zephyr left me with a comfortable chill,
Permeated with grace I embrace and stand still -
Intuition fulfilled my own free will,
A sudden thrill sent me up the near by, slippery hill.
Fluttering above the glazed, unexplored grounds so whimsical,
Transcending spiritually to consume the metaphysical,
Flowing along the ice-capped realm this feeling is instilled,
Flawlessly captivated, my mind, body & soul shall never be ill.

At no cost I flew through the mighty clouds into another dimension,
Meticulously guided in a new direction.
Delicately looking down, encouraging my full attention,
The allure of the world sparkled with sheets of passion,
Gleaming like diamonds, the frosty land gripped my connection.
Exquisitely wintry & white, I smiled and knew this was my imagination,
How I adored the absence of gravitation, this was my creation.
I brought along my crystals, surrounded by protection,
“Dear Eliza, The center of the world has sent you an invitation.”