Iceberg

A short poem about the joys and perils of that which is hidden

She was a silver diamond cast in a frigid sea he set course for her mystic glow til closer he could see

Breaks and fissures to explore a mystery unsolved, yet dark night, starlight, aged rust, clear ice threw bright sparks when they met

Even as she melted deep she burned him at his core her greater part beneath the waves beguiled him all the more

My jagged hidden self, she said will tear you deep, you know a shrug, a tear, a smile, he said I’ll miss you when you go

With dawn’s first rays, she drifts away he floats scarred and alone but in the heart of memory her light still guides him home

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