Vantage Point - with Daniel Christensen (The Fire Elemental)

Only in the warmth of summer,  
Its sun waxing in a slow arc,  
Can I speak of frost,  
Of winter's white chill,  
Clouding my breaths,  
When the seize of my fingers;  
And grip of my heart has loosened.  
As the thaw of its bite  
No longer digs trenches into my flesh,  
Ripping away chunks and departing,  
With my humanity.  
And yet, when the summer wanes,  
In January's view,  
I know how sleepy July had made me.  
How the flower's bloom,  
And blind,  
And the full trees,  
'Neath their arboreal umbra,  
Obscure my sight.  
To know of summer's lull in summer,  
To value winter when foliage is stripped back.  
In heat, to feel heat and not wish for a breeze,  
Nor pray for daffodils in the snow.  
To have sight while seeing,  
And not rely on a vantage point,  
From the ken of it's vivid polarity.  
To know, in this moment,  
And not let hindsight be my only lens.  
How can I see the forest, whilst obfuscated by trees?  
Yet... once passed again, can never be seen.  
Convicted to live just behind the beat,  
'Til the song has teased out it's final dulcet note, without repeat.  
Ah, but the cyclic nature of all things, all being,  
Winds upon waters,  
Amongst arbors  
'Neath wings  
Singing, hearing,  
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
Author's Note
I was struggling with this for days and gave it over to my good friend Daniel for a makeover. He took my terrible poem and made it so beautiful.
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