Saturday, June 2, 2012

I Am Indrid Cold

gnipeelS toN mA I

Beyond your sight, hearing, and smell
You will never touch or heed me
But, I certainly, do know you

I‘ve forever been here with thee
From the time ruled by the great cats
And the grand covering of ice

Forever beside you sleeping
I have eternally whispered
Beneath your semiconscious dreams

peelS regnoL oN naC uoY litnU

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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