There is an icicle outside my bedroom window.
Its first facet glistens like tears,
A single droplet of perspiration trickles down its spine,
It reminds me of yesterday’s tomorrow,
The tomorrow I strive to make my best.
Its second facet has the sunlight’s reflection upon it,
It’s bright with no room for gloom,
And it catches me by surprise, blinding me,
It tells me today’s tomorrow will be just as blazing.
Its third facet has nothing,
It’s just a plane of blues and whites and creams,
But somehow, it tells me the most,
Tomorrow’s tomorrow will be the best of all.
There is an icicle outside my bedroom window.