across time
where
is seen the eyes of death
dreaming
a walk through
all the rest

no ice on my fingers
as i drink from
a winter river's flow

lost in a box
with nowhere to go
finger-painting on the walls
picasso in a mirror
looking back

yesterday screaming
a repeating rhyme
a stopping of time
with nowhere to go

i walk upon
a winter river's flow
talking across
a frozen sound
calling to
sand falling upon ice

- jude