Behind the ice a world thrives . . .
brewing color for the melt of life’s tides.
And somewhere in the slice of ache’s clarity,
we find release from shipbound passage on endless seas
even gently of the endless journey to soul’s richest rest within…
past the ice, along the shore and behind closed door
past the hooks hanging heavy coats and garments thickest cover
down the warming hallway, beyond the guarding door
falling softly in the heart of love.