Icicles in July

Icicles in July
Are held prisoner
Behind these eyes

Of mine
A wind chime
Sways from behind
Transports this heart back
10,000 days in time
Trees sing
Their Michigan song
Of a green breeze
Cooling the fire
That always wants to be
Free
But icicles won't release
They hold firmly yet dangling,

Like daggers
Aiming strait to my heart
As this beat
Stays strong
This song
Continues
Half written
Half sung
The grip that holds like iron
Sharpens these words,
This moment,
These minutes
Water cycles make their familiar sound
When my soul should rejoice
Is held back by a voice
Whispering freezing rain behind my eyes
Telling me it's not my time
Still crazy
Still cold
Still unknown
Why? My soul cries
But still no tears to pass by
This July