Lions  

 

As life goes on the ice gets thinner

Easily fractured, translucent 

The wise tread carefully 

Looking down at the reflection in the mirror

Through the looking glass into the deep

Peering at the memories swirling below 

Unreachable , unchangeable

Thinner and thinner

Towards joinery’s end 

With luck

The boatman will arrive in time 

Before we are plunged into the icy waters 

Step off the thinning ice of mortality 

Onto the boards of immortality 

We all wish for that , but that is granted unknown into the blood of procreation 

Under the phoenixed  chandeliers of comfort murmurings, a Lion passes, 

Leaving cubs split asunder to tumble on the quayside, to take their place in the pride , or wander alone 

The boatman rows slowly away

But he will return for all when the ice gets thin 

and allows him passage to ferry the waiting queue  who patiently await packed and ready 

To the lands of dreams and ancestors.

 

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