Ice and Ivy

Ice melts through the ivy,

The melody of teardrops singing as they fall to earth

Each expenditure of sorrow dripping from the heavens,

Cracking invisible glass.

Fingers made of feathers, float over shards of reflection

The sharp jagged edges healing and ever wounding her skin

The depth of the stars entwine with her heart,

The thud of ancient wisdom strengthening it’s rhythm

A force to be reckoned with—from a once failing flesh

Bare feet float over oceans,

The roar of the waves dancing

Crystal ribbons of time tying around skin

Imprinting marks of their own.

A breath escapes, the music melding with the sky