Stuart Logan - Icicle Heart

The satin heart beats with frenzied fire,
That melts away the pain.
The molded set of mirth and mire,
The dampened eternal rain.

The vaccum slice within my soul,
May still be yet to heal.
But in my heart there is a hole,
That makes my life surreal.

Strange, how her smile cam warm my heart,
Beyond her exalting gaze.
When we are many miles apart,
This feeling I shall raise.

But I feel new love for the oldest faith,
and the freindship baring anew.
I looked up at the cavernous wraith,
And saw the Icicle Heart had grew.

'An Icicle on the roof of a cave, has a time to fall. But if the cave is large enough, and the floor warm enough, it may melt into water purer than a fountain of youth.' Philosophies of the Broken Hearted.

Stuart Logan

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