Humanoid

Mountain-like glaciers surround me,

Their ice, encasing.

Yet still the flowers bloom from them.

Making a sunset of colors,

Transparent through me.

Shining through me,

Making me a humanoid rainbow.

I see miracles drawn into the sky,

And tears of happiness replenish the earth.

An earth that was once warm, and sunny.

I can see heaven from where I am standing,

But I am cold and it is distant.

Maybe, if I think of memories that make me warm,

I can melt the glaciers and take

My place in the proverbial sun.

Melting me.

Melting the flowers.

If sunsets were fire,

This humanoid rainbow would fly.

.Alyss.

2.7.12