Perhaps the tears
that blind us
Are the ice caps melting?
Drowning,
the sorrow of the ages
washes over a world; watching; weeping;
waiting with bated breath
afraid to see
what lies beneath.
Perhaps the flood
we drown in
Is the panic in our eyes?
Dreaming
Of an ancient land released
From its icy prison
That has held it,
And maybe us captive;
Frozen in time
Long forgotten.
Perhaps the faith
That buoys us
Will lead us to our glory?
Dowsing,
In a pool of memories
time means nothing
Creation breathes
Life into an idea;
A wish; a dream;
A land reborn.
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