Frozen

and while you lay
upon the bed of ice,
a forgotten teardrop
stood poised
upon the arrow
of your restful eye,
while a parting smile
drew the faintest line
across unexplored horizons,
and the breath of the cosmos
waited for the pompous arrival
of a haunting silence
now awash over the sands
of your shriveled silken skin,
all held in faith,
within a timeless pause,
lingering somewhere
between
an unspoken sadness
and an unexpressed joy;
and your glowing face
engraved a poem
upon my stone-faced heart,
frozen forever
in growing circles
of light and love.

Love flows...

even as the frozen ice,

stops its standoff
with the glowing light;
even as water drips down
slow and sure,
to reach the oceans
waiting silently below;
a cold, locked heart
does thaw with time,
for it holds love
that waits
to flow to the divine....