Let me ask you,

Is it supposed to snow again
in the caverns of my heart?

Is the wind supposed to blow
through cracks hard and brittle

feeling its way like icy fingers,
looking for warmth but
not finding any.

Do you have any ideas,

on how to make a heart melt,
one cold as an arctic night

with no hope
of being thawed?

Is there some magic,

in that wand made of
silver and gold,

come touch me I beg
before the shattering begins

and I am done
and it will be too late

for me to ask.... you!

Kay Ekwall©Dec.31, 2011