Dulcet Mania- Part Two: Aichmophilia

Breaking through the icy surface,
my indigo prison is tucked below,
stowed away and out of sight.
Instead i am bathed in a scarlet sunset,
the whispers reach me again, calling,
and once more, like many times before
I go in search of my shining salvation.
I find it and tiptoe delicately across the
thin, sharp edges of my silver, shining playground.
Impulse takes hold of me, allowing
myself to gladly slip on each and every edge...