frost bites your fingertips
when you embrace the snow
with your bare hand
soul to freezing soul
you let yourself be held
radio static sings in your ear
around you looming buildings
dark in contrast to the land
respond with heavy silence
not unlike the one in your heart
when you think of before
that is when you know
this is where you belong
a part of you
once carved out and buried
now reconnected
pieces slotted together
whole again
time to rest now
my sweet child
sleep like the land around you
forever to remain
never to be woken
finally free
YOU ARE READING
Poems 2
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
