Crystal Womb

I dance on thin ice and feel

the aged winter trace

Fractals on my skin


Cracks are born beneath my feet

Each time I prance, this maze

Of crystal babes sprawls in


The wrinkled cradling arms of snow

And I dance, debonair

Tease the cold that waits


To pull me close by my toe

Embrace my soul bare

Take the cadent bait


Of my heart and spirit and being

To lull them to eternal sleep

Returning to the silent womb

My final lilting scream