The Iceberg Dawn

The Ship is in pitch darkness  now.  The engine is turning over gently.Many of the crew are in their quarters.  The captain is upon the bridgeand the anchor is far below,   in the beneath world, holding us tightlyonto this one.

The ship protected by cupped hands of light awaits morning.  From thesky we are a firefly caught  upon a spiders web wafting  in wind.  Snowflakes flocks of white butterfly spirits  released from under theclouds  land on my shoulders. And as the they melt the sun smearsitself on the back of the clouds who in turn spread her light equallyacross the sky. Morning has come.

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