A River of Fire

An abrupt rush of movement in a still place
Created from an unexpected source
What should have been cold, frozen; was anything but
It was a raging river born out of beryl glaciers
 
Unrelenting; overflowing
I could do nothing to stop the unforeseen surge
It overtook me; absolute
A part of me yearned to reach out for shore; to stop the rapid velocity
But I was helpless; drawn further into the icy currents
 
How could such a wintry sight ignite such a fire inside of me?
It was only then; mind deep below the surface would I understand
Those beacons of frigid ice were not the bearers of the chill
That truth lay somewhere within my own
 
I was not drowning in the river; I had been sunk long ago
The azure rocks were my salvation; a second chance to feel the flame
A wave of a hand matches the power of the turbulent water
A wave of anticipation and the need to be taken further away
By the river of fire; eyes shaped of ice

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