On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

Venting Air

Beneath the crusted snow
We lie under the redish roof
In a world of dreams
Where everything sings
Wraped in mutual warmth
Finding truth and acceptance
On a soft smooth rug
Before an iron wood stove
Venting heat into the cold
Morning sky of reality

© Paul Viel 2005