On Ice
You sit there, not doing anything,
The ice around you, as it tries to sculpt you,
Your tan skin reflects the summer sun, warming the winter skies,
Your on ice but you don’t care,
Your green eyes remind us of the grasses that grow through summer,
Your eyes stare back as though staring into the soul,
Your black hair melts into the night sky,
And the snow and ice shimmers like the night time stars above,
The world around you is as cold as it can get,
Like a beckon of hope your eyes shelter the summer of the future,
As green as green can be,
White and blue surround you,
Your coat warms the spring melt, and the ocean crashes against the shore,
Ice, thin or thick,
The future is always greener as long as your eyes baker and blink,
To stare back, I wonder what she’s think,
Is it summer or is it winter, that is unknown,
Only her solid green eyes stare back to watch.