THE FROSTED PINE POEM

Frozen in the blinking eye
Remains the silent past
For what can be of letters
On the sea-swept beach′s shore
For as the night went missing
On the stairs cast downward still
The fellowship remains
Yet there the prison is no more
With angels softly weeping
On the harp strings played in time
Their tears become the water
Of the rivers long and vast
Yet frozen is the water
From what happened at the shore
The one who finds this message
Surely look into your past