Ice
It's the cruise ship "Dawn" I am aboard, sailing the cold, ice-laden fjord.
Sleeping giants drift calmly below, reflecting the peace of eons ago.
Beauties in blue help to recapture the needed tranquility all seek after.
One awakes and whispers "Hello." He peers up at me from a pillow of snow.
Chiseled features adorn his wise face, welcoming me to this ancient place.
When these memories begin to wane, the timeless greeter's gaze will remain.
Sleeping giants drift calmly below, reflecting the peace of eons ago.
Beauties in blue help to recapture the needed tranquility all seek after.
One awakes and whispers "Hello." He peers up at me from a pillow of snow.
Chiseled features adorn his wise face, welcoming me to this ancient place.
When these memories begin to wane, the timeless greeter's gaze will remain.
Jan Ralston