After Talking with You

The Thawing of a Frozen Heart

Photo by Tirza van Dijk on Unsplash

You talked to me —
but I’m still wondering,
was it a dream
or the fragile edge of reality?
You have always been a dream to me,
a silhouette shimmering
just beyond my reach.

I feel as if the sky,
once infinite,
now presses against my wings,
but the air — oh, the air —
fresh and cool,
has finally touched me.

Your voice,
lovely and tender,
is like Chinook winds
sweeping across icy Rocky Mountains,
stirring life
where December had claimed its throne.

I feel something shifting inside me,
a slow thaw,
a trickle of warmth in forgotten corners.
Is it my frozen love —
the love that hibernated for years —
now awakened
by the heat of your words?

It took so long,
this quiet ember
waiting for the fire.
And now,
here you are,
melting time,
melting me.