A pantoum about the beauty of icebergs |
| Diamond castles pointing tower-turrets to the skies, Crafted glass cut carefully to capture every glow. Windows, spires, staircases, all shining, crystallized; Reflecting brilliance of a land we see but never know. Crafted glass cut carefully to capture every glow; Sparkling under starlit skies - a gift from mother moon; Reflecting brilliance of a land we see but never know; Mirroring her midnight eyes which blink and close too soon. Sparkling under starlit skies - a gift from mother moon Presented on an evening in a century of old: Mirroring her midnight eyes which blink and close too soon: Crystal jewels of iceberg castles, clear and clean and cold. Presented on an evening in a century of old: Windows, spires, staircases, all shining, crystallized; Gemstone jewels of iceberg castles, clear and clean and cold Diamond castles pointing tower-turrets to the skies. |