Frozen Flowers

Frozen flowers like days long ago
preserved in a frosty freckled glow:
The memories sparkle like still-life
Offering no warmth. But a boy-blithe

In the hazy impressionist tapestry,
Takes the form of a fragmented memory
And captivates the mind's majesty;
Never forgotten, or end up a tragedy.

Like all frozen fossils, written in stone,
Past deeds and occasions perpetuate.
All is recorded in the book beside the throne,
And the future is what we have to celebrate.

Whether to repeat a fond masquerade,
Or to wear a different effrontery,
Decisions compile, accrue and cascade
Onto a sea of experience unto me.

A frozen flower sharply describes
My wonderland of a permanent scribe.
If all beauty could be recorded,
And frozen flowers be afforded,

Then the beauty I behold
When I am alone
Will be fathomed by all,
And not just the Throne.


Michael Nicholas Hallak