Silver Crystal
I live in a silver crystal of time
in a place where peace and beauty rule,
and angels and their whispers
are a part of my world,
where poems to be told
fall out of the sky,
and wing their way
to my fingers to write,
where permafrost hearts melt
and tell me their fears,
with tears they have hidden
from the world for years,
and all the secrets I hold
are as safe as can be,
locked in my heart
for all time with me.