Falling water of Gods, sculpted on edges of enchanting, Arctic abodes
A swirl of turquoise glacier carvings
A sense for clarity of thought
A continuous being
A hopeful vision
A frosty spray of gleaming teal
A moving tapestry beneath frozen, cyan clouds
A living beauty
A timeless drop from magick, genteel skies
Forever binding earth and soul, she creates from a stilled center
She traces edges beneath winding, diamond roads
She blooms bright and youthful
Her marbled waters ever stir with unharnessed passions, exhuming new depths of imaginations within me
I inhale her fresh breath into my warm lungs
I drink her gardens of clear, crisp, and unblemished streams
Within my dreams she is forever sashaying with bursts swaying, blossoming cold on my thirsty pallet