icy silence

the quiet sound of one heart melting
is muffled further by the stony silence
of the frozen one,
impassive, unyielding;
as even kittens
and baby powder
fail to make the slightest impression;
what has chained you
to this desolate ice-shelf
that you call home?
what earlier horrors
blew away all your smiles,
and tears,
and life,
and will anything ever
bring them back to you?
will anything ever
bring you back to me?

January 11, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. Your words should warm her, this is beautiful.