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


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