Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

channeling coldness disguising your self-consciousness and fear

the tundra of your senses
buried under the permafrost
of a self-exiled ice-olation
now begs for the sun of fun
to break the freeze
bringing laughter to tickle
the stillness of seed
deep inside your belly
with the fertile feather
of being rising like fog
under the heat of rebirth

fly now - your wings are open
and they long to soar with
your imagination unleashed
across the plains of passion
that have lain so dormant until now.

your being is your soul
longing to share its shine
with all the other lights
to dispel the shadows
that have hidden you for so long.

your mystery will soon be unveiled
layer by layer by layer until the
real true you is unashamedly revealed



cecil

an invitation impossible to refuse
a voice to be heard
why tundra, when soaring is just a melt away?

channeling complacency
fire and ice

cecil, how did you get to be a sage? brilliant.

~westie

What is it like to be human? To have this astounding memory that we barely knew?

theres another one for the fridge door.

that's a cold poem cec

thanks!!!!

As I was reading this, I actually began soaring.
Your poems are such a tonic for me.....
Thank you...
H

thank you to all for the +replies.

((bow)) wow, wow!