Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Cold Tide

I am the icicle.
Glistening in sunlight.
Knowing the point will soon melt away.

Water flowing back in to the Earth.
One day reaching Glendalough.
Where Saint Kevin once built a Church.

Eons ago.
Eons to be.
Water runs.

As do we.

K.J.K.  02/03/2015