Satellites

I'm in the middle of a melting winterland
Watching the satellites as they fly by
Each shining spot of light less
Hopeful than a shooting star
I'm breathing in the tropic air
That comes each year so faithfully
And gives us early spring before
Plunging us into February
I'm searching for that wonder castle
East of the sun and West of the moon
Wandering rainbow roads and
Glistening Roman paths
I'm climbing Mount Everest
Breath so hard to come by
As I watch the satellites less
Hopeful with each burdened step
I'm travelling a grey-domed world
With an albatross round my neck
And fair warning from the Fool who
Played many a minstrel's duel
I'm in the middle of a melting winterland
Exposing the darkened earth beneath snow
That resembles Persephone's tomb during
The dark months of hibernation


--MovingGirl