What Was A Cube Of Ice To You?
Poem By Rebecca Stansfield
Foreseeing ice is melting,
in this that there vision of cold,
that is of ice is melting,
but to me, triples of gold.
What was a cube of ice to you?
The frozen due of lake?
I'm hoping that the gold I see,
Is protruding too, for YOUR sake.
Ask me some centuries ago,
the ice that was seen melting,
the ice that made my heart be frozen,
and the gold was a crying metal,
in which colours I had not seen,
until the ice was frozen,
a secure place of gold that's duplicating,
and finally producing a mould.