This Foetal Embrace

Suspended, the floating essence of eternal ice
Glanced down at the sea. Dressed in evening gold,
With infant eyes and an old mans heart,
This foetal embrace.

And the sun walks, through the streets of my mind,
Looking in the shuttered windows
For cut price dreams, and cheap thoughts.

As the ocean burns with the fires of night,
This aching hand with fingers of steel
Reaches across the world
And brushes a tear from your face.

Imprisoned in the snows of a thousand years
And scorched by the sun,
As the seas boil, and the stars freeze,
And your whisper
Echoes across the universe,
This foetal embrace.