The Magic Spell... Poem by Division Bell

Sometimes,
As it may happen,
The water freezes,
The glacier melts,
The melody of it,
Still smells,
The sun has set,
And the home is nearer,
The dog barks,
And so do all,
The rift widens,
Complicates the picture,
Left unworn,
The great gig,
In the temple,
Has begun,
The chaos as it explodes,
The water freezes,
More,
But the onomatopoeia,
For the division bell,
Explores,
The water then,
Freely flows,
And the glaciers,
Turn natural....